"She who dares, wins." Although my definition of daring has shifted dramatically over the last few years, this particular phrase has stayed with me since I was a kid. For the past week or two I have dared to be upright more, dared to venture outside for fresh air once a day, dared to enjoy small pleasures despite it being hard to move or concentrate. My recent happiness has been paired with a particularly hard time heath-wise. It can be so hard to grapple with not feeling like i'm going backwards or stagnating by resting. Especially seeing being mostly horizontal or doing "nothing" as what my body needs to do, when my mind always wants to be doing more. What helps me is to remember that what i'm doing is enough, even if it's not my ideal level of activity or progress. When you're dealing with something that tries to stop you in your tracks, every time you dare to try, every time you dare do something that is difficult for you, every time you set an intention to dare, you always win.