I did not share the day’s big news during two substantive conversations I did not describe losing the power steering on my commute a few blocks from my office and the trusty Firestone location There were more important things to hear: post-surgery progress, lost rodeo bull found, balloons for a baby gone 16 years Trauma made me talk a lot. Healing makes me crave the quiet. Bigger than the car repair was the fact that I did not fall apart I’m wearing confetti nail polish Reveling in little celebrations: healthy nails, tidy desk drawers My relationships with curve balls, car repairs, and uncertainty Shift how I view myself I am safe. The car is not broken down on the shoulder. It’s just money. We’ll use my daughter’s car for tomorrow’s trip. All is well. Even when it’s not.