As I write this, I’m sitting in a coffee shop, alone. I’m staring down age 40, but I’m kind of looking forward to it. There’s a lot i’ve learned with age.
Turmoil is both the soundtrack and the screenplay of our humanity. Why, then, if our brokenness is universal, do we dress it up with photos carefully posed?
When you’re feeling overwhelmed, identify the lie that says you have to do everything well and all at once. The lies will come, but they will not be allowed to stay.