Right now, I do not have to think about it. I simply call. There is no calculation, no pause to consider the hour or the space between where we are. But lately, I have started to notice the edges of what is coming. Not in a way that feels heavy or fragile, but in the quiet awareness that soon, I will have to pause—will have to check the time, will have to decide whether this is a moment that can wait until tomorrow, or one worth holding until our worlds overlap again. It is such a small shift, really, and yet it is a shift all the same.

There is a particular relief that comes from knowing where you are meant to stand in a day. Not because the day is easy or especially gentle, but because it is known. The constant decision-making quiets. The internal bargaining softens. You are no longer asking yourself, at every turn, what comes next.