I often tell people that my life flows like a book. A series of chapters – short stories, really – roughly bound together to create the larger volume of my life. Each week I find myself in a new place, for a new reason, sitting in a new situation. The characters and settings change while I remain. As such, my stories with Phoenix were coming to a close. I am not sad. I will remember each night with fondness as I eagerly pursue new adventures by new means. And so, it was time to meet Rocky.
We all suffer from it from time to time. A funk. A slump. A momentary weakness in our resolve. But it’s okay! As long as we recognize these moments before they turn into the goliath known as depression, we can turn it around. And it’s time. Time to get out of my funk and into my fit!