Not sure what it is, but I feel myself coming back to life. And I’m so grateful for that. Sometimes we let time pass, or maybe it decides on its own to go on without us for a while. I’ve definitely felt that way, I think. Like time was getting away from me, you understand? But eventually, everything comes back around and things realign and we remember who we’ve always been, and we remember our why. Our purpose. Our self. And we remember that time is on our side. And so we move forward with it. Steadily. Trusting. Onward.