Like everyone else, I go through periods of disenchantment and reenchantment. I’ve fully realized this year how inescapable ebbs and flows are, how the only thing that matters in the end is that you keep coming back. Some things I’ve loved for a long time: reading, writing, running, yoga. With every single one I go through months, sometimes even years, when I’m just not feeling so in love. Because the long slog of it is so hard. Because sometimes you’re feverish, manic, inspired, and other times you’re depressed. Because you always want to improve and sometimes you feel so stuck and you’re convinced there’s no light at the end of the tunnel. But it literally doesn’t matter as long as you keep coming back.