A quiet traffic light. A coffee. A moment of clarity.

Between flights and plans and endless to-do lists , small, honest conversations — with life, with ourselves, and something greater than both.

A short pause in motion — and a reminder that maybe, you’re already okay.

The Story

It wasn’t in a temple. Or on a mountain top.

It was in her car — at a red light, mid-week, coffee in the cup holder and sunlight filtering through the window.

Mira wasn’t upset. Just… full. The kind of full that comes after days of keeping up — with work, with people, with her own expectations.

She looked out, half-lost in her thoughts.

‘Am I doing okay?’ she asked — not to anyone in particular, just out loud, into the space between sighs.

No thunder. No dramatic sign. Just the soft ticking of her car’s indicator, and a breeze brushing through a half-open window…

Then a thought — clear, calm, unexpected:

More than okay. You’re doing better than you think.

She smiled, almost amused. Is that You?

You did ask. 😊

She chuckled. Okay, well — since you’re here — can you also confirm if ‘I’m on the right path? You know, in general?’

You are. You’re just walking it with too much self-doubt. Try looking up more often.

She tilted her head. The sky was blue. Really blue. She hadn’t noticed all week.

She reached for her coffee but didn’t take a sip. The lid was slightly loose, and it had cooled — but it was still comforting in her hand. Strong. Like her. Even when she didn’t feel it.

‘But I haven’t figured everything out’, she said. Still feel like I’m just… winging life.

So is everyone. But you’re learning to be kinder to yourself while doing it. That’s growth.

She nodded slightly, letting that sink in.

‘I still overthink everything’. Replay conversations. Worry if I’m too much. Or not enough.

You’re human. But the fact that you notice, pause, and try again? That’s everything.

She thought about the unread messages she didn’t know how to answer. The calls she didn’t feel like returning. The plans she said yes to when she really meant no.

‘I get overwhelmed’, she said. I get tired of people sometimes. Even the ones I like. ☺️

That’s okay too. Wanting space doesn’t mean you love them less — it just means you’re finally listening to your own energy.

A light breeze moved her hair. She adjusted her seatbelt, one hand still resting on the cup of coffee, now cold but grounding.

‘I want things to feel lighter.’

They already are. You’re just still carrying yesterday’s weight out of habit.

She took a deep breath, then asked softly:

So… ‘what should I do then?’

Just give your best .. and then ‘Live’.

Let it be, And ‘REST’.

The red light turned green. She didn’t rush.

There was still traffic. Still unread emails. Still a slightly bitter coffee and a to-do list that made her sigh.

But inside, something felt better, steadier.

Like maybe she wasn’t lost — just finding her way, as honestly as she could.

And as she drove on, slowly and without hurry, she realized —

Some conversations don’t change anything.

They just remind you — right now, right here, you’re okay. 💕