(Cole)
I didn’t stay in the room.
There was nothing left in it that would move anything forward, and standing there any longer would’ve turned into thinking instead of action. I already knew what needed to happen next, and I wasn’t interested in slowing it down by giving it more space than necessary. I picked up my keys from the counter and walked out without looking back.
The drive back to the office stayed clean and uninterrupted.
Traffic moved when I needed it to, lights shifted without delay, and nothing forced me to break pace. I didn’t take calls or turn on music. I used the time to structure the next step properly.
Not broadly.
Precisely.
By the time I pulled into the garage, I already knew where the pressure needed to go.
Delays didn’t exist on their own. They were created,
