Something breaks.
A glass. A plan. A small thing you were holding too tightly.
The instinct is to feel bad.
To wish you'd been more careful.
But there's another way to see it.
You have a limited reserve of concern.
A finite pool of energy for guarding and worrying and trying to keep things intact.
Every time you spend that energy protecting something small, there's less for what actually matters.
The glass was going to shatter eventually.
The plan was already fragile.
Good.
Let the small things break without grief.
Save your concern for what deserves it.
