Today I got hit! Recently, I would leave my mom’s house keys off my keychain, to prevent myself from going there on a whim. I would drive by and not look back, just so I could dodge the feeling that the house that has been my home for 36 years would soon not be mine anymore. But today, as I drove past it — September 14th, 2026 — it hit me hard. After winning silver at the European Championships, I couldn’t stop thinking about texting my mom or going by to tell her about it. Hearing her congratulate me, and soon after tell me to go rest. Because I do too much. Ask me if I ate today. Offer me some candy to take home because she won’t eat it anyway. This past weekend, I felt a level of anxiety I hadn’t been familiar with for years. I couldn’t place it. Couldn’t calm it. Until I got on the court during the semis. And from that moment, it was gone. This weekend reset me. I started writing again. Creating space, to make room for new moments to find their place. So just like that...