Some days arrive quietly, slipping into our routine without warning. Others crash in like a wave… loud enough to shake the walls of your life and remind you just how thin the line is between normalcy and catastrophe. Yesterday was one of those days for me. A day when “cheating death” and “just another day working from home” felt like they were separated by inches, seconds, or maybe just luck.

It started like any other morning. Same route. Same coffee. Same rhythm that carries me from one day to the next without much thought. But all it takes is one moment—a car swerving a little too close, a ladder giving way, a near-miss in the driveway, a medical scare that hits you out of nowhere to jolt you awake in a way caffeine never could. I found myself standing there, heart racing, realizing that if one variable had shifted just slightly, today’s story might have ended very differently.

In that instant, everything sharpens. The things you stress about every day suddenly feel small. The people you love seem closer. Even the air feels different, heavier with meaning. And I couldn’t help but ask myself: Was this just another close call… or was I being reminded to live with more intention?

We treat our routines like armor—predictable, reliable, safe. But the truth is, life does not send warnings. It does not offer do-overs. It simply unfolds, moment after moment, whether we’re paying attention or not. And when you brush up against danger, even for a second, it becomes impossible to ignore how fragile all of this really is.

What I realized today is simple: surviving a close call isn’t just about walking away. It’s about what you walk away with. Perspective. Gratitude. Maybe even a renewed sense of purpose. It’s a reminder that every ordinary day is actually extraordinary when you think about the sheer number of things that must go right just for us to make it home.

So yes, maybe it was just another day working from home. Or maybe it was a moment meant to wake me up, slow me down, and push me to appreciate the life I’ve been busy rushing through.

Either way, I’m here. I’m breathing. And that alone is enough to make today another good day.