I waited all winter to enjoy my favorite writing spot - my back deck. I didn’t expect to be sharing the space with a mama bird and five eggs. But it reminded me of something I learned years ago—when plans change, you don’t give up. You find something else.

The first run of the season reminded me what it’s like to start over—not just in fitness, but in life. Things change. We change. But there’s still beauty in the climb. This is a story about busted sidewalks, winding trails, and learning to give yourself grace when everything looks different.

I’d been treading water for weeks. Then it all came spilling out—in a bathrobe, at 3PM, mid-meltdown. This is what it looked like to finally stop holding it all in… and let the sun back in.

I’m not sure where this is going. I just know the words won’t stay inside anymore. So I’m writing—and trusting that maybe someone out there needs to read this too.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written like this - but today something stirred inside of me. Life has felt gray, but I saw the first signs of something blooming. The grass wasn’t dead. It was just winter. And maybe you needed that reminder too.