Hello there, lovely ones,

I was on a plane not long ago.

We had been sitting on the tarmac for almost three hours with a weather delay. 

No movement. No updates.

As I looked around the cabin, you could feel it — the atmosphere of frustration thickening.

People venting to strangers.
Sighing loudly.
Building a case against the airline, the weather, the day itself.

And I sat there thinking:

We are so good at perpetuating our own misery.

So practiced at finding what’s wrong, what’s not working, what should be different than it is.

Mary was sitting next to me with her headphones on, listening to music, happy as a clam.

Meanwhile, I was digging through my bag and thrilled to discover I had packed a chocolate chip cookie and my book.

Honestly, I was delighted to be in my little window seat cocoon.

Being a mom of a little one, there isn’t much uninterrupted time to curl up and read anymore, so somehow it felt like a gift to me.

I was content.

Every now and then a flight attendant would walk by, clearly trying to be a bright spot in a sea of complaints.

And I remember thinking how fascinating it is that completely different experiences can exist in the exact same moment.

On that plane, I read my book.
I had a genuinely beautiful time.

Same plane.
Same delay.
Different experience.

I was simply focused on something different.

As Tony would say:

Now here’s the irony…

I was typing this very edition on a plane ride home TODAY.

It was all in a Google doc.

And somehow… it disappeared.

Didn’t save. Got deleted. Who knows.

I just sat there staring at the blank screen feeling my own wave of frustration rise up.

Trying to remember everything I had written.

And then I caught myself.

I actually started smiling.

Because here I was, in real time, being invited into the very thing I was writing about.

I caught my breath and thought to myself:

Well… that was a bit dramatic.

And that made me laugh.

Then came:
Alright. Let’s begin again.

And maybe that’s the whole practice right there.

Not becoming someone who never gets frustrated.
Not mastering life.

Just catching ourselves a little sooner.
Taking a breath.
Realigning.
Choosing again.

That possibility exists in every ordinary moment.
On a tarmac.
In front of a blank screen.
In the middle of a day that isn’t going the way you planned.

And maybe that’s enough.

With love,
Sage 🪷

I shared a little something on Instagram this week. Watch here. If this resonates with you. Please pass it along, to someone who may enjoy it.