health: your never-ending journey
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.
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.)