Crack

This week, I kept thinking about the moment before the break. The hairline fracture in a conversation. The slight shift in tone. The pause that feels too long. Writing Five Words Deep has taught me to notice these moments—not to fear them, but to honor them.

A crack doesn’t mean collapse. It means change. It means something is trying to speak, to stretch, to breathe. I’ve seen it in relationships, in beliefs, in the stories we tell ourselves. That first crack is often the beginning of truth. Not the polished kind, but the raw, trembling kind that asks us to look closer.

I write to catch those moments. To hold them up to the light. Because sometimes, what breaks open also lets the light in.