photo by GG Lemere Unsplash 8/4/26 Last week I found myself standing in a long line outside of a concert venue, sweat dripping down my face, the hundred-degree sun doing its best to bake everyone waiting for dinner. I was in line for what seemed like the sensible choice, a reasonably "healthy" taco plate. Very typical for my generally reasonable, disciplined nature. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted another food truck. Ice cream. Cold, creamy, utterly unnecessary

In my younger years I would often give out of guilt or because I thought it was the right thing to do. As I began to practice checking in...