A golden thread of light slips through your curtains, warming the wooden floor. The first sip of coffee lingers on your tongue, deeper, richer, because you actually tasted it. A song plays, one that hasn’t found you in years, and suddenly you’re sixteen again, alive in a memory that smells like summer grass and laughter. These moments don’t just happen — you notice them. And in that noticing, the ordinary becomes something more. This is what it means to romanticize your life. It’s not about…