These past few weeks I have been reading up a storm.
I hope this is an honest space. I’ve spent too much of my life being dishonest about how I’m doing, and have no more patience for it. It’s exhausting. It’s hindering for growth.
It’s 11:49 on a Sunday night, and lately I’ve been trying to notice what I notice: the frown lines etched around mouth corners, the crooked postures, the subtle weight people carry with them. Continue reading “Every person contains a whole world inside of them”