You call it preparation. Readiness. A safeguard. You believe if you run the numbers enough times, if you account for every possibility, you can stay ahead of loss, of failure, of regret. Yet worry is not a fortress; it is a cage…

There are days when the air itself feels heavier, when the weight of what is happening around us presses into the quiet spaces of our lives. The world fractures, and somehow, you are expected to continue — working, tending, loving, showing up as if the ground beneath you is not shifting…