I’ve committed to this. I told someone today, it’s more my soul than my body.
My body has changed, but it’s not that change that’s changed me.
It’s the change of after that causes me to anticipate the again.
My drive home, regardless of the sky, signals new and good and strong, stronger.
Every single time, I’m better from going. The challenge, the release of good and serene, the sense of building new from brought down, old and low.
At the end of a long day, the fourth day not Friday yet, a whole lot of unexpectedness coupled with not sure how to respond and missing information along with misinformed.
In the work of helping others, things come to light, gradually unexpected, we learn more as we go.
We press on. We know there are some chances to intervene and there are some doors slammed hard shut.
There are those who see we care, there are those who decide we don’t because it’s easier to blame us than look closely at themselves.
So, workday ends.
I change into workout clothes.
I walk in hesitant, small group of us, we laugh. We engage. I’m better gradually.
Stronger as I go, laughter over my strength from another.
Weights lifted, challenges met and gone through again, less afraid.
A small community I’ve been allowed to join.
And stronger now.