This story begins with me holding a grown-up’s hand.
Words only have power if you let them. When they were pointed at me, I let them.
The worst moments of our lives haven’t happened yet, but the best moments haven’t either.
Hi, Blog. I’m grateful.
My words made my daughter feel better, but they also made me feel better too.
Broken machines don’t give prizes. Broken people don’t give love.
This is not a metaphor. It really happened.
It can be anything that breaks our spirit, rocks our worlds, or rattles our foundations.
We never smelled the roses because we were thinking of all the seeds left to plant.
Whether songs, ideas, or love, those things we keep bottled up for fear of rejection are bottled up for a reason.