The things that bring true joy, the things that make us feel alive, are the things that have been there all along. They are the things that cause our heart to skip a beat, our mind to pause, and our soul to scream yes, yes, let’s do THAT.
I wonder about my entity,
about the person I’ve become and why.
About God,
and if he’s watching.
We are not defined by the fear. We are not merely a byproduct of our anxiety. This isn’t your claim to fame. It’s not your identity. It’s not the thing that sets you apart.
I was born a Jackson Pollock painting when I wanted to be a Gustave Courbet.
Hard work can be fun. Hard work can be sexy.
They thought Hillary would win and life would go on as usual and they didn’t care to get involved. And then we got hit by a 2×4 and everyone is wondering what the hell happened.
Progress is not always in a straight line.