You’ve been treating red lights like a personal insult from the universe. What if they’re actually tiny gifts?
Next time you’re stuck at one, put your hands in your lap, feel the seat under you, and take three slow breaths. Notice the other drivers mid-podcast, mid-argument, mid-existential spiral. You’re not stuck. You’re pausing. There’s a difference, and your blood pressure knows it.
Time required: However long the light takes. You literally have no choice.
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