We all have limits. What’s it like when you reach yours?
Today, I needed… I needed something good to happen.
Restlessness, a vision.
I don’t fly with other people. It’s just something I’ve never had the privilege of doing. Maybe it’s time for a change?
I was incandescent, even as I felt like I was dying inside. Fire requires oxygen to burn; my soul was fuel.
Where you live matters, but how you choose to love it matters most of all.
Some people love chaos. Some people are all about their routines. I’ve got a better take on it: how about just finding your beat? How about just figuring out your rhythm?