You know to let yourself simply be as you are. When you are tired, you allow yourself to walk slowly, not measuring yourself against those passing you by. When you are uninspired, you stop, breathe deeply, look around. It's ok. Winter becomes spring always. Until it doesn't. It's ok. When you are fit, you know that the only things worth striving for are those that soften your edges and coax your heart open. And the limbs on those trees that grow straight out over the lake.