Some days don't go wrong all at once. They start small — a delayed morning, a missed call, a task that takes longer than it should. And before I notice it, one thing spills into the next. That happened to me recently. My morning didn't go as planned, and I was already running late. Something small — something that shouldn't have mattered much — started bothering me. Instead of letting it go, I carried it forward. Into my work. Into conversations. Into my mood for the rest of