We ended up with about three inches of snow this week—just enough to slow everything down. Between that and a pretty nasty cold that started last weekend and peaked midweek, my world got smaller for a few days. Fewer workouts. More tissues. A lot of waiting to feel like myself again. What caught my attention wasn’t just how bad the cold was—it was how quickly that familiar inner voice showed up, trying to turn one rough week into a bigger story than it deserved. Like this interruption somehow...