I’ve been a funk since January. I haven’t been walking. I’ve been tired. I’ve had trouble keeping up, focusing on even the smallest things. But this Monday I got an urge and I went on a walk. It was 8:00pm and I almost didn’t go. The next day I went on a walk around 7:00pm. Like the day before, I went because I wanted to, not because I felt I had to. The same thing happened on Wednesday and then again Thursday. Four walks in four days, which is more than anything I’ve done since February. I’ve missed the me that had energy to do things for herself. I’m happy she might be back.