Twenty-four+ years. That's how long soccer has been in my life. Not my sport. Not my passion. But woven into the fabric of my relationship with Aaron in the way that a lot of things become woven in - quietly, consistently, just there. For most of those years I was on the sideline. Literally. Watching. Cheering. Present but not really...
Read MoreThere's a particular kind of discomfort that doesn't have a clean name. It's not a crisis. It's not depression, though it can feel flat in ways that look similar. It's not burnout, though exhaustion is usually part of it. It's not a relationship problem or a work problem or a problem with your circumstances, even if all of those things feel...
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