Dear reader,
Thoughts that begin with me but may not belong only to me.
Personal reflections on love, ambition, identity, healing, family, and faith.
Late nights, quiet mornings, and long drives home.
Some thoughts begin out loud.
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Read slowly. Stay as long as you need.
I am learning that someone can invest in you without necessarily intending to build with you. The question is no longer simply whether he wants me, but whether the way he shows up makes me feel cared for.
Read the Full Entry ↗Sometimes my heart arrives in the future before a new connection has had enough time to become real.
Read the Full Entry ↗I am still learning how to feel deeply and move slowly. Trust needs time, and my feelings do not have to disappear while I give it that time.
Read the Full Entry ↗I am not racing toward love. I have simply arrived at a place where I am ready to receive it—and to give it.
Read the Full Entry ↗Waiting has not made me desperate for anything. It has made me clearer about what is worth waiting for.
Read the Full Entry ↗I can have compassion for the woman who learned to carry everything while being honest about what I want to do differently.
Read the Full Entry ↗I do not want disappointment to train the excitement out of me. I want every new beginning to remain new.
Read the Full Entry ↗Online dating asks me to hold discernment and hope in the same hand—to stay open without abandoning what matters to me.
Read the Full Entry ↗Sometimes I find the lesson before I allow myself to feel the disappointment. I still want to be hopeful, with my eyes open.
Read the Full Entry ↗Being good at surviving does not automatically mean I have healed. I am grateful for the woman who carried me here, and I want more for her.
Read the Full Entry ↗The iPad I barely used became essential years later. Perhaps its purpose had been there all along, waiting for its season.
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