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		<title>A Simple Reset: Maybe My Feet Were Enough</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2026 13:06:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Isn&#8217;t it hot? Want to drive to the beach?&#8221; my daughter asked with a smile. I paused. I had spentmore than six hourson the highway yesterday. I had also stayed upfinishing a blog post. Driving anotherthree hours today didn&#8217;t soundvery appealing. But nothing elsewas calling me either. I didn&#8217;t feel like exercising. I wasn&#8217;t in [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Simple Reset: I Thought Thinking Was the Opposite of Sensing</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2026 14:04:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A few days earlier, I had spent far too longlooking for my carin the parking lot. The car had been there all along. If I had walked just a little farther the first time, I would have seen it. But I didn’t walk any farther. I stopped trusting my own memory. The problem wasn&#8217;t reality. [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Simple Reset: The Pressure to Get It Right</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2026 13:31:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A Message I Didn&#8217;t Open I was sitting in a clinic,waiting for my appointment. There were onlya couple of minutes left. Then my phone buzzed. A governmentelectronic documenthad arrived. I lookedat the sender. The tax office. For a split second, my whole bodytightened. I almostopened it. Then another thoughtcame. Not now. If I opened itright [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Simple Reset: When I Stopped Chasing Perfection</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2026 14:05:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This morning, I sat by the window at my favorite café. The rain had finally stopped. The sky was clear, and a cool breezedrifted in. While organizing ideasfor future posts, I came acrossan old note. I smiled. Five months ago, I had written: Live without a single mistake. I showed itto my daughter. &#8220;I actually [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Simple Reset: Old Patterns Never Feel Old</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2026 13:29:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This morning, I walked to my carto drive to my favorite café. As I reachedthe parking lot, I smiled. I had parked in almost the exact same spotas the day before. Only thendid I realizehow oftenI parked there. ThenI rememberedyesterday. My daughter and Ihad looked toward that area. A large SUVwas blocking the view. I [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Simple Reset: Before Reality Had a Chance to Answer</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2026 13:59:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Last night,a cool summer rain fellwhile we slept. The next morning,the air felt cooland refreshing. My daughter and Iwere walking to the caron our way to a café. Suddenly, my daughter said, &#8220;Our car isn&#8217;t here.&#8221; &#8220;That&#8217;s strange,&#8221; I said. I was sure it was here. I walked behind the parked cars. I leaned forward [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Simple Reset: This Time, the Story Never Came</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2026 12:57:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#8220;There he is.&#8221; My husband was standingunder a tree,looking at his phone. My daughter and I were walkingthrough our apartment parking lot. &#8220;We&#8217;re heading out,&#8221;I said. &#8220;Have fun,&#8221;he replied. As we got into the car, my daughter smiled. &#8220;Dad seems more comfortablearound you these days.&#8221; Earlier that afternoon, he had soundeda little irritatedat the table. [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Simple Reset: The Story That Protected Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2026 13:04:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The night before, my husband told mehe was meeting friends for dinner. We had plannedto play a round at a par-3 coursethe next morning. But after drivingmore than six hours that day, I said, &#8220;I think I&#8217;ll skip tomorrow.I&#8217;m too tired.&#8221; He smiled. &#8220;Okay.&#8221; The next morning, I woke up feeling rested. A Quiet Thought [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Simple Reset: While I Waited</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2026 15:41:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Next week is Chobok. Could you ask your parentswhether we&#8217;re going this Sunday?&#8221; I asked my husbanda few days in advance. Every summer, we visit his parentsaround that time. Chobok is the firstof Korea&#8217;s three traditionalsummer heat days. If we&#8217;re going, I make braised beef short ribs. Waiting for an Answer Good fresh short ribsaren&#8217;t [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Simple Reset: Dinner Had Already Begun in My Mind</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2026 12:54:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A Refreshing Afternoon &#8220;It feels amazing, doesn&#8217;t it?Like you can finally breathe.&#8221; My daughter smiledas we spent the afternoonat the indoor golf practice rangenear our home. &#8220;I understand nowwhy you love coming here.&#8221; A cool breezedrifted through the open space. The mountains stood quietlyin the distance. There was no rush. Sometimes she filmed mepracticing slow, [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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