That feeling that you’ve mucked up and can’t fix it is such an awful sensation. Missing a flight, turning up a day late for an event, turning up in an empty space and not knowing if you’ve mucked up or if everyone else is late. Just thinking about those sensations can make a person all wibbly. I hate the feeling of wrongness that can descend.
Thank heavens that chatting to the right person is such a great reality check. To listen and empathize, while grounding and not adding to the spiral is one of those precious skills that can always be cultivated, and appreciated in others.