Badminton.

The Why

Because 34 is not late.

Becoming a wife, then a mother, then both, slowly meant I was becoming someone else while quietly missing my old self. The one who played badminton at eighteen. The one whose shoulders knew where a smash should land before her mind caught up.

I do not remember what it felt like to be that eighteen year old. I just remember the feeling of being strong, and I want it back. So I started in May.

I am doing it every single day because muscle pain is not a good enough reason to stop something that makes me feel this strong.