The rush comes and I move through it clean, hands steady, without letting it rattle who I am. I have found a strange calm in the perishable, repeating work, the way each night is its own small thing to do well and let go. The chaos is loud, but I am quiet inside it.
More people experience this than they realize.
You hold your discipline in the rush and find a strange calm inside it.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.