We take a yearly trip up North. As a Florida girl, I’m wired for heat and humidity…not 5°F and definitely not 12°F as a “high.” That kind of cold is offensive. 😂 Before my injury, I was always active. Always moving. I’ve always loved pushing myself physically. Especially on our winter trips…skiing, snowmobiling, hiking, doing hard things just to see if I could. Movement has always been part of who I am. And then for years… it wasn’t. I would stay inside while my family and friends hiked, sledded, and adventured. I’d meet them later for lunch and dinner. Present… but not participating. Not this year. I didn’t ski (next year 😉), but I didn’t miss the hikes. I didn’t miss the sledding. I didn’t miss the outdoor fun. I was out there…freezing, layered up, laughing, moving, living. And here’s what hit me… Strength isn’t about aesthetics. It’s about access. Access to your life. Access to your people. Access to the moments you don’t want to miss. Being active right now feels sweet because I remember when I wasn’t. I don’t take this season lightly. I don’t take movement for granted. And I’m not sitting this one out anymore. 👊🏼