The Pace of Birds

At sunrise the shoreline is a classroom. Gulls glide, pause, and circle back in a rhythm that ignores my inbox. They don’t sprint the sky. They inhabit it. I’m learning to work that way: bursts of focus, real rests, and honest endings to my days. Urgency has its place, but constant urgency is just fear in a suit. Set your sails to the wind you actually have, not the storm you imagine. Today, choose one task to do well, one walk without your phone, and one moment to say “enough for now.” Let the sky be your mentor.