An Interlude

This is the moment you realize your body moved before your mind could explain why.

The flinch isn’t weakness.

It’s information.

In this interlude, we sit with the quiet reflexes we learned in survival mode — the bracing, the tightening, the subtle preparation for impact and ask what it means to notice them without judgment.

Not to analyze.

Not to fix.

Just to witness.

Because awareness is the first place armor loosens.

This is not a lesson.

It’s a pause.

A breath.

A mirror.

And sometimes the most honest thing you can say is:

Damn… I flinched.