Some days I wake up and realize I’ve done too much thinking and too little grounding. My mind runs around, making lists I won’t follow and replaying scenes I can’t change. And it’s not even 9 AM. Lately,

There was a time I only heard noise. Phones ringing, doors slamming, demands flying. I missed the soft tick of the clock. Now I hear it—and it speaks. It tells me that time is passing, yes. But not to