I was rushing, overwhelmed with too much on my plate and starting to gasp and sputter and run out of steam. They reached out and touched my arm, looked into my eyes, and said, “First this, then that.” We took a breath together, and I laughed. Their simple suggestion felt like the sun breaking through gloom. Of course, I was letting my mind race ahead, and it rightfully felt overwhelmed; instead, I needed to do one thing at a time to find my way from where I was to where I meant to be.
—Kathryn Nicolai, Nothing Much Happens