So when I was in college I belonged to a support group for women who had been abused. We decided to have a retreat at this cabin my college owned that could be rented out. I had never been there and needed to do some work before I went out so I went alone and without knowing exactly what I was doing. But I was told to follow the path from the parking lot. I got there, unloaded my blanket and backpack and headed down the path. I walked and walked and walked and the little light I thought was the cabin never got closer. In fact it was getting farther away. The path met another path so I took it and then turned back when it was blocked by fallen logs. I repeated this for hours, struggling to find the first path before my flashlight died. I had pretty much reconciled myself to spending the night in the woods when I saw a flashlight. I took off running and it was a few other people from my group. I had been on the wrong path for all that time and the correct path was just a short few minutes walk from the parking lot. I never forgot the sense of resignation that I felt knowing I had done all I could and that I could get out in the light but was in for a hard night.

Q: Do you belong to a gym or Y?