I trust that the universe gives me exactly what I need at exactly the right time.

There is a particular tiredness that comes from trying to make news arrive faster.

Refreshing an inbox at nine-minute intervals. Checking whether the portal has updated, then checking again in case it updated in the last forty seconds. None of it moves anything. All of it costs something you needed for other purposes.

Trust, in the workable sense, is mostly permission to put the timetable down. Not a claim about how things will turn out — just the decision to stop standing at the window waiting for the car.