Literally, everyday, I’m stretching. I do it at least twice a day, sometimes three times a day. I do this in the mornings, sometimes in meetings, or when I’m with Collin. I injured my ankle several years ago after not training enough for a half marathon run. Well, I finally got it checked out last month. The physical therapist said that it is not about fully healing but that it is about stretching everyday. There is muscle memory that needs constant stretching for my ankles to get stronger so that I can start taking baby steps to exercise or run again. 

I think about how I’m stretching in other ways. I’m stretching to be a good baba, partner, friend and comrade. I know I am and can be these things but I don’t have to pressure myself to be these things at all times….