What happened to your little light? Was it dimmed by addiction, divorce, disappointment, abuse, dysfunction, depression or defeat?
Does it ignite an action, or calm an anxiety over an impending appointment? Maybe, and most probably, it’s just a habit or a method of marking our progress throughout a day.
I heard the whisper, “Look how weak you’ve become over the years.”
I promise, this isn’t a “gym rat” adventure. But I did return to that place I once loved. Except it was different because someone had made what used to be light weights, feel heavy and immovable.