I want to tell you a story about a boy named Sam. It’s 2004, my first day of high school. As we settled into homeroom, the teacher began roll call. She got to the name “Samantha.” “Actually, it’s Sam,” said a raspy voice from directly behind me. I looked back into the brilliant eyes of…
Their memories will have to do.
I am tempted to apologize for my absence, but it would have been a much greater disservice to write for the sake of writing without having something authentic to say.
Grudges are exhausting-and I know this from firsthand experience. By staying angry at someone for some real or perceived slight, it simply drains us of our joy and precious energy that we could be directing towards more meaningful pursuits. Just recently, I encountered a situation where the temptation to stay angry was yet again rearing…
You can’t take everything and everyone with you during a season of change, particularly if it’s going to hamper your progress.
I am confident that as I move through the years, I am exactly where I’m supposed to be at all times, so long as choose to dance through life rather than sit it out.
To see mass messages of condolences regarding a mass shooting among messages of love in celebration of Valentine’s Day was jarring to say the least.
Extend yourself some compassion; it can heal some nasty wounds and break even the strongest chains.
So, why share this with you? I share this to give others permission to seek this help if they need it.
The intellect, compassion, bravery and acceptance that we seek to find doesn’t exist over some distant rainbow.