The flight was a little delayed, fine.

The meeting prep was rushed, fine fine.

The news, oh the news. Big global news and small family news, whoo boy. But okay, fine fine fine.

Then I saw a new flower in the park and I had a perfect latte in my hand and I was able to visit with far-flung loved ones and when I scrolled through Netflix and the British Baking theme song started to play, well that was the last straw and I burst into tears, a whoosh of joy and relief flowing through my entire being.

I had not even known that I was holding my breath.

Dear ones,

let’s be gentle when we know deep down that it’s not really fine –

not all of it, anyway.

Let’s be grateful for the moments of ease

that help us catch our breath.