Nobody decides to quit in front of you.
A week with Maya, as it looks to you now.
Maya's flying. A week-long streak, talking about Snowdon. Plan: walk every day.
One of your two hours.
Kids up at three. Alarm, snooze, gone. The streak ends quietly.
You don't know.
“Yeah, fine.” One missed walk isn’t worth mentioning.
Your other hour.
“Hey, going to pause for a bit. Life’s mad.”
Decided at 07:00 on a Thursday. You find out now.
