Is It Time To Let Go
A couple of years ago, I was laying in my bed with a pillow propped under my knee, a left arm so sore I could barely lift it over my head, and dreading the next involuntary spasm affectionally called a "Charlie Horse" in my right foot...and one thought kept running through my mind on repeat:
Toya, you're doin' too much.
It wasn’t the first time I had that…