You wanted smooth.
You got interrupted.
The delay that made you tense.
The hold-up that tightened your jaw.
But then you arrived exactly on time.
Not despite the friction. Because of it.
The interruption placed you precisely where you needed to be.
We see the obstacle.
We don't see the choreography.
The universe isn't always clearing your path.
Sometimes it's adjusting your steps.
Slowing you here so you land there.
What felt like things going wrong was the dance you couldn't see yet.
Next time something disrupts your rhythm, pause before you curse it.
It might be the favour in disguise.
