Like a captain who feels the wind in their hair, I try to read the waves of feeling before setting a course. When the sea is calm, I chart a clear path, following plans as steady currents. But when a storm gathers, I pause and listen to the thunder in my chest, letting those waves guide me. In both cases, the ship stays steady by trusting the rhythm of the tide, even if it means changing direction when the waves shift.

I’m glad it feels right. Sometimes the best thing we can do is let the wind carry us, while our hands stay firm on the wheel. It’s a dance of trust and steady breathing, isn’t it?