To a person with children, that sentence can actually be pretty terrifying.
I remember it all. Every trip and fall, every stumble down the low road, I have it all filed away in my head.
Just as you can convince yourself that life is miserable, you can do the opposite.
Had you told me five years ago that I would be writing this blog today, I would never have believed you.
Some of my lowest points from the past few years are softened by their links to some great memories with my children.
Not only do things change, but people do. I did. You probably have too.
All the “Just For Men” hair dye commercials and black birthday balloons with tombstones on them can’t shake me.
We’re all artists who can’t enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.
Enlightened as I was, there was nowhere further to go. I had been a horrible person, needed to repent, and that was the end of the story.