It’s funny, the things that stick with you. Lately, it’s been the quiet moments after a tough day. You think you’re completely done, empty. And then, something shifts. A small flicker. Honestly, I’ve seen it so many times now, I almost expect it. That little push back. The world throws a lot our way. Sometimes it feels like too much. Like a wave that just keeps coming. But then you remember the last wave. And the one before that. You got through those. Maybe not perfectly. Maybe with a few scrapes. But you stood up again. And that’s the thing, isn’t it? Just standing up. Even when your knees shake. There’s a quiet strength in that. A stubbornness, almost. And I’m so grateful for it. For that little spark that says, "Not yet. We're not done yet." It’s a kind of faith, I suppose. Believing you’ll find your footing again. Always.