Today I remind myself: not all storms are meant to be entered. Some are only meant to be watched — like *gluggaveður*, beautiful and dramatic from the window, but harsh once you step outside.

The office politics is that storm. Titles shuffled, projects hoarded, favors exchanged. I don’t have to play in it. I have my own shelter, and inside this shelter I grow.

I run — to keep my body strong and my mind clear.
I teach — to connect, to help others find their voice.
I write and translate — to shape meaning, to bridge worlds.
I speak — to carry presence, to hold a room when needed.

These are not cheap skills. These are my capital, and no system can take them away. The politicians may need them, but I do not need their approval to keep them alive.

So let the storm rage. I am at the window, steady and calm, building something that will last long after the weather clears.

Karin Sabrina