My mother loved that song. She’d have Alexa play it as she danced around the house with my grandson Wensley when he was a baby.
I was far from healed on those visits, but I bit my tongue.
You see, that was the theme song for my high school’s debate team my freshman year. There had been some trauma linked to that experience.
But I wasn’t about to dampen my mom’s enthusiasm.
By the time I moved home in 2023, I’d learned a valuable lesson. You can acknowledge how trauma had shaped your life without continuing to carry it.
So when she played Matthew Wilder’s “Break My Stride,” I’d happily sing along.
I hadn’t heard it in a while, but when it came up on my playlist this morning, I chose to remember Mom dancing and really listened to the lyrics.
🎶Ain’t nothing gonna break my stride
Nobody gonna slow me down
Oh no, I got to keep on moving 🎶
I’m gearing up for a new travel writing season, determined to build stamina and endurance before Dad, Sherri, and I make new holiday memories in Tennessee this Thanksgiving.
What better way to get ready than by not breaking my stride?
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