Sunday

It’s Sunday afternoon, the light is beginning to fade. And there it is. That tension. Soft, but persistent — a low hum in the background. Common enough. Sunday afternoon, after all. Monday is coming. Often, we just brush it aside and carry on.

For me, for years, it was an unease — a quiet sense that the path I was on, however right it once seemed, was no longer mine. I felt it, but never honoured it. So I carried on, leaving it for another day.

You may hope it will just go away one day.

It won’t.

The tension is a signal. Why do we ignore it? That question alone is worth sitting with.

Whatever the tension is about, it travels with you — into your work, your team, your family. Waiting to be heard.

What if it’s showing you exactly what’s in the way?