We have all known the narcissistic bully on the playground. For those of us who have lived long enough to see how those stories pan out, we have seen the pain, fear, and self-doubt that many of those bullies were dealing with under the surface.
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I walked out of the din, wandered into the yard. I never thought performing would be so damned hard.
All those years piling on layers of my own design, deep and unyielding, packed tight by every boot that walked over me…
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Celebrate what we have been given: this immeasurable gift of expression…
hand in hand, we left that day, together, come rain or shine.
the longer i live, the more i see, it’s true that love is blind.
As someone who believes in God and who tries to follow the teachings of Jesus, it pains me to say this but…
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I have been thinking, a lot, the last two days—about who I want to be in this moment.
i am the words i speak, i’m the things i do, i’m not how i look, or the things i accrue. you try to define me with the simplest of words but i’m far beyond that, though you think it absurd.