A Short Story: The Tuesday That Finally Softened
I felt my chest tighten, cursor dancing over endless tasks. Instead of pushing harder, I paused, hand on belly, and chose five slow breaths. The noise dimmed enough to make one kind choice.
A Short Story: The Tuesday That Finally Softened
I used a four-six rhythm—four counts in, six counts out—imagining exhale as a soft thread pulling me back to center. The next email read kinder, the meeting felt human again.