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Day of Letting Go

It happened just before the meadow where the Boy Scouts were struck by lightning.
I let go.

I had been going at a fast clip again -- also known as a furious jog -- trying to make time and catch up to my trailmates.
The familiar gibbering panic was trying to invade my thoughts.
Finally, I stopped dead and looked out at the meadow. Sun glinted outside of the shade of the trees, and it was impossible not to relax looking out at the idyllic scene -- in spite of it's sad history.
I'd come so far from the city on vacation to kick back, do something different and recharge my batteries.
Instead, I'd spent just about every day battling through at least one episode of fear and panic, my feet rushing to keep up with my head.
I came to a decision.
Forget that.
No more going through the wilderness with a city dweller's mentality. Rush. Rush. Rush.
I was just done, done, done with that.
I slowed my feet to a decent, brisk walk, inhaled the fresh air and took the next daring step.

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