

Was out walking the dog, and my thoughts — as usual — wandered faster than my feet. Funny how the world slows down when you just… follow a leash and breathe. No phone. No rush. Just the rhythm of paws on pavement and that quiet space where thoughts finally speak. I realized: life isn’t always about fixing or chasing. Sometimes it’s just about being there. In the chill air. Under the trees. Watching your dog sniff the same bush like it’s the first time — and somehow, that makes perfect sense. Maybe I need more of that kind of presence. More small, steady joy. More deep breaths and wagging tails.