“Each time we approached an intersection, we would stop, look at one another, shrug our shoulders, and go whichever way our fancies took us. What struck me as interesting within mere minutes of embarking on this walk was how much different it felt in comparison to others from the past. Instead of power-walking with an end destination in mind, we meandered. Instead of rushing my kids to keep up, I found myself letting go of control as I let them take the lead. We stopped frequently, allowing our attention to be captivated by things like bugs, cracks in the sidewalk, furry squirrels roving the power lines above us, and even the strangeness of some of the street names. That’s when I realized we lived near the corner of 16th and Lincoln, which is weird because Lincoln was the 16th president. Jesus, I’m a nerd. As my children led me, I noticed how liberating it felt to relinquish control. Without a firm destination in mind, I found myself nonjudgmentally accepting the results of letting go. Since I had nowhere to be, it made me feel like I was arriving at home with every single step. Soon, I noticed I was no longer ruminating; I was laughing, enjoying the time we spent together, and my anger had softened up to the point where I was able to see the fight situation much more clearly. In addition to being more cognizant of my role in the argument that precipitated our walk, I started noticing much more physical detail all around my neighborhood.”