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Meet Yourself Where You’re At

Every restricted movement feels like running through water. The heaviness of soaked shoes and socks is slowing down progress with increasing difficulty. As the crushing weight of stress and disappointment causes my lungs to burn and my sides to ache I think to myself, ‘I wish this was as easy as it was before.’ With sweat dripping into my eyes I have a revelation: why am I looking back when I’m not going that way?

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