I didn’t plan to start the year with a fast. RSV had me coughing through Christmas, and by the time a fever hit, my body quietly opted out of food. What followed was a 26-hour fast I didn’t choose, but deeply needed. No cravings, no drama. Just hydration, rest, and a surprising sense of clarity. As the fever broke and my symptoms softened, I realized this was more than a sick day. It was a reset. A soft beginning. A reminder to listen inward.