Like the ever-changing Toronto weather, relationships too can be unpredictable. One moment, it’s scorching hot, and all you need is a light top, and the next, it’s raining cats and dogs, leaving you wondering why you left your coat at home.
As the cold settles in, I’ve adopted a new routine, one that doesn’t demand I jump into a workout as soon as I rise. It allows me the luxury of staying in bed a bit longer, knowing that I can roll out, change, work, and then, and only then, head to the gym. It’s like basking in the warmth of sunshine after a crisp breeze in the fall.
Yet, despite this newfound rhythm, I can’t escape the chill that lingers in my heart. It feels like more than just a frostbite, an icy numbness that seeps into my soul.