Elbow to elbow, we took turns mixing salads and cutting desserts or passing plates to the next in line.
Forget about distance. Forget about time. Forget about whatever it is that’s holding you back and just start.
There’s no shortcut. No magic pill. No single exercise or activity to fix it – it’s never-ending, a gift, and, frankly, it’s a massive responsibility.
The truth is I disliked my first bite of cloud bread. It was eggy and spongy, and I just couldn’t imagine eating it with much of anything. Luckily, I’m a glutton for punishment and I was going to give it another shot.
I stop at every crosswalk because cars can drive away, but not stopping could mean that I never run again.
My heart breaks as I’m biting my tongue to try to not to rush to F’s defence; letting him cry it out when he’s done wrong and had to be disciplined; watching him try to fix things for himself.
Pro-tip: Buy the Mouse ears. You’ll be glad. (I promise.)