# Incidents as Quiet Teachers

## The Bump in the Road

Life hands us incidents every day—small spills, missed turns, words that land wrong. They're not failures, just moments when the path shifts. On this winter day in 2025, as snow dusts the quiet streets, I think of them not as interruptions, but as gentle nudges. An incident is brief, like a stone underfoot, but it slows us enough to notice the ground beneath.

## Rendering in Plain Sight

What if we noted them down, simply? That's the gift of incidents.md—a clean page for raw truth. No embellishment, just:

- What happened
- What it stirred
- What it whispers next time

Markdown strips away the noise, turning chaos into lines we can read back. It's like sketching a map after getting lost: the squiggle of the detour becomes the straightest route home.

## Echoes That Build Us

Over time, these notes stack into something wise. That coffee stain from rushing led to mornings without hurry. The overlooked email taught listening first. Incidents aren't punishments; they're the earth's way of saying, "Pause, adjust." In logging them plainly, we honor the ordinary miracles of change.

*One incident at a time, we trace the shape of a fuller life.*