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A Breath of Fresh Air

Yesterday, I went for a walk promising myself “just fifteen minutes of fresh air.” 

You know the kind — when your to-do list is breathing down your neck and stepping outside feels almost rebellious. 

Five minutes in, I passed a little boy walking a dog who was at least four times his size. 

“He thinks he’s in charge,” the boy whispered to me, conspiratorially. The dog glanced back, offended. 

And just like that, I felt lighter. It reminded me that control is often an illusion — and sometimes letting life tug us along leads to the best moments.