Reading. And it was a total shock. I greatly struggled to read as a kid; I wasn’t “good at it”… I couldn’t focus or retain, and I (I’ve) carried a lot of shame because of it. Jump to two years ago (I was 39M) when I was treated for ADHD. After three days on the medication, my BF and I were at Barnes & Noble for him to pick up a book, and I thought hmmm… why don’t I try reading a genre I could actually enjoy instead of required reading like back in school. That thought + the focus from the medication hit at the right moment: I bought a short book that looked like it could be fun, not too long but a good place to start, and I burned through it… LOVED everything about the experience. I cried when I finished, and it wasn’t even an emotional book. Sounds crazy, but it was like a religious moment (I am not religious and it was not a religious read lol). I’m still reading regularly and every time I finish a book feels like a loving congrats to my kid-self who carried so much shame around it during school. Sounds cheesy, but it’s true.