For so long, I believed resolution came through conflict—that something had to break, had to escalate, had to be forced into confrontation for clarity to emerge. I didn’t just accept conflict—I pushed for it. Because in my mind, the fight was the gateway to the fix. Today came in swinging. A whirlwind of unexpected stress—the kind that makes you wonder if the universe is testing your patience or just fucking with you for sport. My grieving, unpredictable cat, peeing all over and waking us up 4:00 AM, his behavior unraveling in ways I can’t control. My mind racing over yet another health concern, another number that doesn’t add up. My effort not paying off—or at least, not as quickly as I demand. Before the day had even begun, I was spent. But then, I did the daily breath practice. Not to escape, not to silence the frustration—but to step into it. And somewhere in that space, I saw the pattern. My old wiring. The instinct to force resolution, to push those around me to fight because I believe the fight is necessary for change. But maybe, just maybe, there’s another way. Today, I choose to see the lesson, not just the madness. To recognize the old wiring, but not let it dictate my response. Maybe resolution isn’t about forcing the fight—maybe it’s about trusting that answers can come in a different way.