I got home tonight and did my usual routine on autopilot. Coat off. Shoes off. Work clothes off like I could peel the whole day away with them. I set my bag down and didn’t pick up my phone. I didn’t turn on a show. I didn’t even move for a minute. I just sat on the couch in the quiet. It wasn’t a dramatic moment. It was my body asking for stillness before my brain could assign me another task. My shoulders felt high and tight. My stomach felt unsettled, like it was still in