A car pulled out in front of me.
Reflexes took over. A quick swerve. Tyres caught. Silence.
For a moment I waited for the crash that never came.
Then I breathed.
Usually, my mind would loop the what-ifs.
Replay the fear. Build a story that never happened.
But this time felt different.
For once, I didn’t hold on to the fear.
Just the relief.
It’s easy to obsess over what could’ve gone wrong.
Harder to stay grateful for what didn’t.
