I woke up this morning in kind of a low spot emotionally, wondering where the strength was going to come from to put on my pack and climb back up to the road and go to work.
I do that pretty much every morning, wonder for a moment whether that day’s strength is going to show up easily, or if I’m going to have to dig deep for it. Most mornings it comes easily.
But today after camp was broken and everything was packed away in my bag, I stood around digging for today’s source of strength, and I wasn’t finding one. Then I thought about Aly, who has been a staunch supporter of the walk since before Day One, and has talked me through some of its lower moments, and the strength came quite easily.