Most mornings, Jaycee is already awake before I am. Same routine. Same quiet expectation. She doesn’t care what’s unresolved or what’s still taking shape. She just knows it’s time to move. When we head out together, there’s no rushing — just a steady rhythm she seems to trust completely. Watching her lately has made me think about consistency in a different way. I’ve been making very intentional choices about where I place my energy next, especially around work. I’m drawn toward environments...