Why Am I Even Writing This?
I’m not sure where this is going. I just know the words won’t stay inside anymore. So I’m writing—and trusting that maybe someone out there needs to read this too.
Let the Light Seep In
It’s been a long time since I’ve written like this - but today something stirred inside of me. Life has felt gray, but I saw the first signs of something blooming. The grass wasn’t dead. It was just winter. And maybe you needed that reminder too.