Those sneaky molars. I swear they have been growing for fifteen years. With all that time, you would think they would have formed a full mountain range back there. But no. They are still cracking through flesh like it is day one, turning meals and conversations into light torture.

Sunday evening brought its own special flavor. I decided to show off a bit. The bright idea? Jump off a four meter fence. Sounded cooler in my head. The landing? Not so much.

Ten kilos heavier and a decade older. Turns out gravity respects neither.

The ankle folded and is now on a short vacation from functioning. And chewing is a slow, emotional experience.

But here is the thing. I actually think, with just a little more focus, I could have nailed it. I felt it in the air. That is the real lesson. Sharpen the mind before testing the body.

So here I am. Eating, talking, and walking all slightly sabotaged. But only if I choose to see it that way. I am not slowing down. I am just shifting gears. Resting. Rebuilding. Reinvesting.

Still living. Still growing. Still writing better stories.

The body groans. The soul grows. And growth never stops.