I find it mildly embarrassing to talk about my races.

I often question why we’re here…why we can become so vulnerable to let others in – seeing pieces of ourselves we normally hold close – only for their eventual absence (no matter the means) to leave a hole that never fully repairs? 

Missed goals are the doors and windows to other worlds. It’s okay to be sad for the moment, but don’t let it rule the world you are passing through.

Like the placid waters, everything remained still.

My track didn’t end, rather it got remastered.

I am thankful for all that 2020 offered. Sounds crazy, yes? Maybe, but I’ll tell you why I’m thankful.

I couldn’t bring myself to share why I made it because we would have been reduced to tears. For now, the words will live here.

I have adapted to thrive during change. I do my best to embrace uncomfortable. I believe that the way we speak to ourselves is the foundation in order for us to weather any storm.

I’m thankful for that conversation. It reminded me of love. It reminded me to move slowly. It reminded me to be delicate. It reminded me to gently infuse my soul into whatever I may prepare, present, provide.