Dear friends,
I always pause for a moment.
Then, I count to three and switch the knob in my shower from pleasantly warm (maybe even a little too hot) to as cold as it will go. For thirty seconds, I stand under the frigid water, pushing for oxygen to reach my lungs. As the needles of icy water hit my back, my chest, the top of my head, instinctually my b…
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