Loving people isn’t a risk. It’s a promise of loss.
Being trustworthy means something more than just speaking factual truth.
I had a belief that anything I didn’t enjoy, I should do. Anything that felt hard was automatically good for me.
“Birthdays are dumb,” said my husband, on his birthday. “Why would you celebrate? It’s not like being a year older is that impressive of an accomplishment.”
We always care more about ourselves than we do about anyone else, but what if that’s more than just part of our brokenness? What if we were deliberately designed to be this way?
Life is fair.
What, did someone tell you it isn’t?
When the t-shirt came, I felt an aversion to wearing it. Not because it felt like a lie, but because it felt like it didn’t matter.
As I embrace the uncertainty of these days, as I accept and release the fear, I have never felt so human.
Several months ago, I bought the rose-patterned tights.
(and what changed my mind about them)