There is a space between what feels inevitable and what is. The space is called choice. When I forget I have one of those, a choice, I start the process of going mad. No matter how tight the spot, there is room for me to show up. Sometimes I get bowled over, sometimes my choice changes things, sometimes it doesn’t really matter. Where I feel fused with you, feel inevitable in our interaction, there is the same space, and the same potential. It helps if I wait and get more information, see where you are in the space, see who you are instead of assuming it is as it always is/was/couldbe/shouldbe/etc/exhausting. Wait, listen, think, feel, speak, act, and listen some more.