The Split Second

What happens in that tiny gap between reaction and response

April 2026

The most useful souvenirs are rarely the ones that fit in a suitcase. They are the small rearrangements of attention that travel leaves behind.

This is something that comes back to me
again and again.

Not because I’ve learned it once
and now carry it perfectly.

But because it asks something of me
every single day.

The difference between reacting
and responding
is rarely dramatic.

It doesn’t arrive with ceremony.


It shows up in kitchens.
In tired conversations.
In familiar patterns we know too well.

It asks for restraint.
For presence.
For a willingness to pause
even when we feel justified.

And I’ve come to believe
this may be one of the quiet keys
to happiness,
to getting along with another human being,
to minimizing the friction
that slowly wears us down.

Not grand gestures.
Not better arguments.

Just learning to widen our awareness.


To allow for more breaths.
More pauses.


Especially before we open our mouths to speak.

We have a bathtub that has needed refurbishing for a while.
We know it.
We’ve known it.
We’ve been putting it off.

One day, I used that bathroom.
Not the one I usually use.


When I came out, I mentioned to Melvin
that we really needed to address it.

He smiled and said,
“It’s funny. When you went in for a bath,
I thought, she’s going to come out and say
we need to fix this.”

I felt the familiar response rise.
Quick. Automatic.
Ready.

And then there was a pause.

Not a long one.


Sometimes it’s only a second.
Sometimes even less.

In that space, I said,
“Well, you weren’t wrong.”

That was it.

No defence.
No explanation.
No need to be right.

And just like that,
the tone of the conversation changed.

I’m not good at this.
Not consistently.
Not effortlessly.

I fail more often than I like to admit.

Every day is a new effort
to stay present.
To soften instead of sharpen.
To respond instead of react.

I can focus on the failures.
Or I can acknowledge
that I succeed more than I used to.

Both are true.

The harder truth is simpler.

We all need to learn
to be more present.


To notice the moment
before words leave our mouths.
To recognize that awareness itself
is a practice.

Not perfection.
Not control.

Just a growing willingness
to choose the pause
when we can.

And to keep trying
when we’ve failed.

Whisper:

Sometimes the most important thing we can do is give ourselves one second more.

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