The Quicksand of Our Thinking

This morning, I set out for an early hike with a friend. We planned to meet at 7:30, but by 7:15, I realized I was running behind. I texted her that I’d meet her at the trailhead.

When I arrived, she wasn’t there. By 7:45, there was still no reply to my texts and no sign of her.

I assumed she had forgotten and sent one last message: “Sending love—let me know you’re okay.” Then I started my walk alone.

As I walked, I noticed a familiar swirl of thoughts.
I tried to be on time. Why didn’t she respond?
Then came the self-judgment:
Why am I annoyed? I should be more patient… more understanding.

There I was—in the quicksand of thinking.