This morning I woke up with fear and trepidation—a dark hopelessness for who I am and what is… and the future.

It was an act of strength to get up and head off to work-out with Ripped Body Fitness.

I’m now working on the sixth hour with my daughter, Robyn; helping her with a history essay. She has great endurance!!

And I am grateful tonight for our ability to choose to go on, even when it seems to be the hardest choice… and usually the best (if not only) choice.

Everyone I know is practicing elements of endurance.