Germs. Does reading that word immediately prompt a pump of Purell? Did you grab the Lysol can and start spraying? Or did you take a double dose of your vitamins and perhaps supplements?

The night began with a conversation reminiscent of high school. The topic: Where to eat dinner. My hi-tech friend, Lola, brilliantly suggested linking our calls as we drove.

Let’s travel back in time and visit a town called North Miami Beach. The year is 1986. A student with thick, curly hair and curious, eager brown eyes stood with her classmates on a musty cafeteria stage.

I’ve had friends and family ask, “So what are you going to write about this week?” And my response has been the same—I am not quite sure.

It comes in waves, and there’s no pattern or warning. Sometimes it washes over you quickly. Other times it’s an unexpected, high tide that engulfs you.

Do you ever intend to exercise but something distracts you? Motivating, stretchy leggings hugged my thighs. Socks and sneakers waited for me at the door. I even wrote “afternoon walk” in my calendar on Tuesday. So what happened?