Sometimes life is weird. Like how being a lifeguard in high school helped me realize my potential as an elementary recess monitor.
What I've discovered about life without a job is that I have no measurement of success. I never realized before how important that is to forward progress.
Eight months into this pandemic, we're on the doorstep of the holidays, and I'm exhausted. All the resiliency and adjustment that 2020 has asked of me ... I'm so over it.
I’m not this girl anymore. But I sure do love her (and her bowl haircut.) If only she knew how worthy of love she is just for who she is. ❤️
The first few seasons of adulthood were joy-filled and full of new life. Recently, the seasons have begun to take a darker turn.
I am on a road, like a highway. It continues straight on into the distance. It's a clear road, not too many bumps, easy and unobstructed. Off the side of the big road is a tiny curving path.
I’ve been dreaming about dreaming for a while. But the actual dreaming … that’s a whole new ball game. I don't know yet what my post-employment life will look like yet but I'm hoping it will include lunch with Bob Goff.
I've been at this place before in my life ... the fork in the road with one sign marked "What if?" But I've never before had the courage to follow it. This time I am.
Life during this pandemic is a roller coaster of ups and downs, each day a bit different than the last. The only thing to do is hang on for dear life until the ride is over.