I didn’t set out to change my life that day. I just needed to breathe.

One morning, after another sleepless night and a to-do list that felt like it could crush me, I grabbed my keys, laced up my boots, and drove to the trailhead with no plan beyond motion.

The trees didn’t care about my unfinished work. The wind didn’t ask for explanations. And for the first time in months, I felt… calm. Present.

That was the walk that brought me back to myself. Not because anything dramatic happened, but because nothing did. It reminded me that sometimes, the answers don’t come from thinking. They come from moving.

Hit reply and tell me: where do you go when you need space to breathe?

Cheers,

Petra