Dear Diary: Promoted at Work

Dear Diary,

The candle burns steady tonight. It glows and lights the ground under my feet for the first time in years. Just us, Diary—no doubts, no ghosts. A quiet breath, and the words rise, warm as earned light.

From freelance to senior position—Can you believe it, Diary? And it's ALL MINE, Diary. I clawed every step from honest sweat and merit that no one can touch. NO ONE.

I owe NOTHING to NO ONE.

This. is. mine

No handouts, no whispers of "lucky"; just me, grinding through the grind, proving that the fire in my lines wasn't smoke. Happiness hits like a grin I can't shake, deep in the bones: I'm a man now, full and unashamed, standing tall without a flinch. No more shrinking from the eyes that once judged me.

This crown fits, heavy with pride, light with truth.

The flame holds. Wins like this... they rise without falling.

El Jaquio