There's someone you love who's been wobbling lately — and treating it like failure. You can see it: the second-guessing, the apologizing for still figuring it out, the bracing, as if steadiness meant never being unsure.

But anyone who's stood on one leg knows the truth. Balance was never stillness — it's a thousand tiny corrections happening so fast the body calls them calm. The body that looks steady is the one listening hardest; the one that goes rigid is the one that falls.

So they're not unsteady. They're mid-correction — which is exactly what balance looks like from the inside. A tree isn't strong because it won't move; its roots go down so its branches can give with the wind.

Stand on one leg today and hold them while you do. Be their still point — something steady to wobble against.

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