Nobody’s immune to a bad day. You could be at the top of your game—crushing it at work, owning the gym, or just feeling unstoppable—and then, out of nowhere, you trip over your own shoelaces. It happens to everyone, even the best.

I was driving today. Came up to an intersection and the light turned red. My foot moved to the brake, the car slowed to a halt, and I was stopped. For most of my life, a moment like that was an annoyance. A problem. A tiny spike of friction in the day. It’s the moment the mind immediately starts racing, looking for an escape. How long will this take? Should I check my phone? Why is this light so slow? It’s the noise of a mind that believes it should always be moving forward. But today, I just sat there. And I asked the question that I now ask about everything: What is actually happening here? Let’s be objective. A piece of colored glass lit up. My foot is applying pressure to a pedal. The car is stationary. That is the entire, unfiltered truth of the situation. A equals A.