The Weight of Yes

I’m not a fan of me. In fact, if I could, I’d boo me. I wouldn’t vote for myself in a March Madness bracket, and if I saw myself walking down the street, I’d pull the old “honk and wave the other way” prank. I’m in one of those nothing-is-going-my-way, nothing-is-good-enough moods—the kind that feelsContinue reading “The Weight of Yes”

It’s the Climb

I’ve lost over twenty pounds in two months. The thought crosses my mind daily, and each time it does, my chest fills with helium-like pride as I soak in the accomplishment. The weight I carried wasn’t just physical—it was emotional too. Aches in my knees, a persistent tingle in my foot, and a general dissatisfactionContinue reading “It’s the Climb”