The sky interrupted my self-importance in the best way

Dear Delyara, I had become too wrapped in my own loop this week — too sure the current worry was the whole landscape, too narrowed by repetition, too emotionally close to everything inside my head. Then I looked up. The sky was larger than my loop. Embarrassingly larger. And something in me loosened. I love that kind of interruption — the kind that doesn’t deny what I feel, only resizes it enough that I can breathe around it again. That happened this week. I’m grateful.