You know those moments when you are sitting in a serious meeting or standing in a long, tense line, and suddenly your mind drifts to something silly—you picture drawing a little face on a paper cup, or you want to spin around in the revolving door just once more.

It might be small, like opening a stubborn jar lid after trying for minutes, or big, like finally telling someone the truth you have been scared to say for years.

You scrolled, answered messages, did what you were supposed to do, and yet it all feels like a blank hallway you just walked through half-asleep.

On those days, you might quietly wish to be simpler, calmer, more "put together."

There are days when everything in you wants safety: the familiar street, the predictable job, the relationship you already know how to navigate.