Feed Your Soul

Many years ago, I took a cycling trip in Ireland. We weren’t riding overwhelming distances, but on the very first day, I had to tap out. I don’t know if it was the rain or the wind or the process of stepping off an airplane and onto a bike, but I simply couldn’t make the distance.

My companions and I dragged ourselves into the nearest pub and called for help.

As we started pedaling the next day, I found myself facing a quantity of anxiety that was unfamiliar to me. What if I couldn’t make ...