Body in the Wild

There’s a moment the body gives up pretending.
When it can't push anymore.
Can’t fake wellness.
Can’t outrun the ache.

That’s where I was when I started walking again—
not for steps, not for strength,
but because I needed to remember
I was still in here.

Nature didn’t ask me to perform.
It didn’t measure my pace.

I was winded.
I was slow.
But the moss didn’t care.
The sky didn’t shame me.
The ground held me anyway.

Being in the wild—truly being there—
gave me something back I didn’t know I’d lost:
a relationship with my own body
that wasn’t built on resentment.

This is where healing began.
Not in metrics or milestones—
but in muddy boots
and breath I didn’t have to earn.

Out here, my brokenness didn’t matter.
My being did.

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Keep momentum:

Do a 2–5 min ritual — quick reset for low-capacity moments.

Build capacity — sleep, basics, and minimums that matter.

Reflect for a minute — short reads with a long tail of calm.