The Email I Didn't Send

Last week I wrote an email I was sure I needed to send.

You know the kind: the “just circling back” follow-up with a dash of “per my last message” energy. I even drafted a few clever jabs — polite, but pointed.

And then I didn’t send it.

Not because I cooled off.

But because something in me asked: “What exactly do you win by being right here?”

So I closed the tab.

Hours later, they replied. Kindly. Apologetically. No drama.

Sometimes the best move is no move at all.

Rumi said:

Not every fire needs more wood.

Y.