The Storm Outside

Dear Delyara, My car broke down, my flight was canceled, and I lost my wallet. A year ago, this would have been a "sign" that the universe hated me. I would have spiraled for a week. Today? I just called the bank, called a tow truck, and sat in a cafe with a croissant. I realized that my value isn't tied to how well my day is going. The storm is happening to me, not in me. I have a quiet center now that no one can touch.