I’ve been thinking about how easy it is to confuse being loving with making sure everyone feels good about us.And I don’t want to swing the pendulum so far toward...
When was the last time you stopped long enough to ask yourself, “Has my season changed? Where am I actually at right now?”Most of us never do—well, until we are...
Imagine if you could calculate how much of your life has been spent thinking about how you look.It would be sobering to say the least.The mirror. The camera. The reflection...
There’s a certain kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from doing too much—it comes from trying to figure out too much.We carry questions like they’re assignments. We replay, predict, analyze,...
There are things we’ve learned to carry so well (or so we think), we stop asking if they were ever ours to hold. The offense. The hurt. The conversations we...
We live under so many scripts we never meant to write.Unspoken assumptions about what our lives should look like, quiet fears that whisper what we will never be, long-standing narratives...
You are not the keeper of everyone’s happiness.You are not required to rescue every heavy moment, rewrite someone else’s story, or hold the emotional temperature of a room.You can show...
I wonder how many things we worry about, get in our heads about, or let ourselves be consumed by that are related to the timeline of our lives.Whether something isn’t...
