I was going to write a whole post about the joy in this salad today. And then, I saw something that broke my heart.

I don't remember when I felt it for the first time. I want to say it started with my first round of medical school exams, but I know that’s not true. I remember feeling it years before, on the first day of school, at my first sleepover. During my first days on my yoga mat, wobbly knees in warrior pose, eyes darting to see who would watch me fall. To be honest, I knew the feeling well.