Some days I can see how far I’ve come. On others, old fears move closer. A reflection on changing capacity and the pressure to remain steady.

Enough space to hear what I had just called myself. Idiot. And in that pause, another truth arrived. I am not an idiot. I made a mistake.

So we move through our days reacting to what shows up: the pressure of the moment, the needs of someone else, the mood of a room, the story we tell ourselves after something goes well, or doesn’t.