I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve used my voice. My real one. The one that tells other people who I really am. I guess it’s my fault really. I let myself get lost in the sea of voices around me, stronger, more significant ones that I thought I needed to hear before I shared my own. I felt that in order to keep the chaos of my life to a manageable din, I let myself fall silent at the expense of others. This was nobody’s choice but mine. I lived so long putting my voice over others that I failed to hear the most important words around…

Because I believe the muddier it is on a trail, the more fun you’ll get into. Last Sunday’s was less filthy than our usual, but nonetheless an achievement. The first trail I went to, we came, we saw, we conquered. So how clean are you today?