What’s the last thing you let go of without meaning to?

Woke up at 5:30 with a half-formed thought about how dogs read your mood from your shoulders. Then I remembered I’d left my phone on the kitchen counter, charging, and walked back in to find it gone. Not stolen—just… vanished. Like the silence after a mic check. I didn’t even notice it was missing until I needed it. What’s the last thing you just stopped holding onto? No big deal, but it stuck with me.