I sit with the day before it begins.
Not to script it. Just to sense its shape.
Some paths will open. Some will twist. A few will throw stones.
That’s how life moves.
The Stoics had a name for this.
Premeditatio malorum.
Picture the curve balls. Let them lose their bite.
Then walk in with a steadier heart.
Trust that things will work out.
Prepare for the moments that test you.
Both can be true at once.
