At the beginning of the year, I set an intention to run another half marathon in May. I created a plan and started to train, but by March, it became clear that my body was not up for the task. The training was too rigorous, too soon. And so, knowing better than to ignore my body’s protests, I hatched a new plan: I would master the three mile loop that stretched behind my house and once I could run that with ease, I would increase the mileage. Forwarding through the summer months, I followed my plan consistently—I’d set off early into the fresh morning, feet pounding the golden pavement as...

When I take a peak into your world, this is what I see: I see that you live on a patch of green, green grass. You’ve spent years watering this grass and it shows. You’re proud of how green this grass is and your comforted by the feel of it beneath your feet… it’s what you know. On the outskirts of your patch of grass, there’s a fence. The fence keeps stuff out. You started building this fence when you were young, plank by plank, experience by experience. It hides the world beyond… and it hides the parts of yourself that you’ve deemed unworthy of water and light. Life on...