One Small Sentence.
I thought this letter was about walking, although it turned out to be about a sentence I almost dismissed because it sounded like it belonged on a coffee mug.
Have you ever gotten ready to go somewhere, fully wanting to go, and some part of you refuses to get on board? I used to think I needed a better explanation for moments like that. Now I wonder if I needed to pay closer attention. Apparently, my body had been taking notes the whole time.