Perspectives

The coffee spill was cleaned up, and I’d made it to work. My body was apparently still on the staircase. A story about the stress we carry—and a small practice for noticing it.

As I prepare for Florida and Iceland, anxiety insists on coming along. So I pack it first, zip it into its own neatly compressed cube, and make room for excitement, homesickness, family, wonder, and everything else the journey may hold.