There is a cup cooling on the table. For a moment, it is the only thing asking for your attention. Not the whole day. Not the list waiting somewhere behind this window. Just the cup.
Choose one small thing you can finish. Give it a beginning and an end. An email, a paragraph, a patch. If it turns out to be bigger than you thought, choose a smaller beginning.
Then stop for a breath. A quiet minute is not a prize you have to earn. The room will still be here.
An original short read, written for this café.