Sophie wasn’t having a bad day. It was worse. First, she overslept, missing her morning yoga class. Then she spilled coffee on her favorite sweater, the one with tiny daisies embroidered on the sleeves. By the time she got to work, there was a mountain of emails waiting for her, like they had all conspired to pile up in her absence. To top it all off, she accidentally sent a text meant for her best friend to her boss. Oops. By lunch, Sophie was in desperate need of a break. She grabbed her sandwich, her pride hanging by a thread, and headed to the park near her office. It was her escape, her haven, her little slice of peace in an otherwise chaotic world. But today, even the park couldn’t cheer her up. She plopped down on a bench with a huff, glaring at her sandwich as if it were responsible for her terrible day. “Why can’t anything go right?” she muttered to herself, unwrapping the sandwich with far more aggression than necessary. As she stared gloomily at the lettuce spilling out of t...