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On Monday, Leena collected a stone for every worry. By Friday, she couldn’t lift her coat.
Leena’s mentor suggested an experiment: drop a small stone in the left pocket for each worry that visited, and slip a folded note in the right for each moment of gratitude she noticed. By Wednesday the coat tugged left as if the day itself had weight; by Friday she could feel warmth gathering on the right from the tiny papers pressed close. She didn’t stop worrying, but matching each heavy thought with a named gratitude gave her a way to stand up straighter. Over the weekend she poured the stones into a glass bowl and labeled it, “Things I survived,” then reread the notes and recognized the quiet architecture of an ordinary good week.
