I dreaded this. Waking up before the sun was up. Looking like a mess. Bags under my eyes, crazy hair, no makeup, wearing the first thing I grabbed.

I must admit, I lost some of my fire. After my head injury in February that made even being in a gym torture, and a devastating professional failure, quarantine was exactly what my heart needed. It was a gift. I had permission to withdraw and I sure fucking did. Hell, I’m still not quite out it. But I think I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I can’t explain it, but being in the gym today woke my damn soul up. I know you might roll your eyes at that, but rediscovering my passion for the art of movement is like falling back in love. I feel so at peace when I’m focused on moving, just breathing and moving.

I know I’m not curing cancer over here, but this is just what makes me happy. I make a lot of sacrifices for it, and I was starting to wonder if it was worth it anymore. And it feels like it’s going to be okay. Once more unto the breach, dear friends.