Around and around the house the leaves fall thick—but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow. Let the gardener sweep and sweep the turf as he will, and press the leaves into full barrows, and wheel them off, still they lie ankle-deep.
Talk to people as if they’re the only ones in the room. Really look them in the eye. Contrary to popular opinion, you don’t need to nod every two seconds or utter some nonsensical adjective in agreement. No, if you pay attention to the way their eyes light up or the unexplainable movement of their hands I think that’s enough. Listening is also an art form - it’s being part of the conversation without saying anything at all.
You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.