A year ago today I was terrified of being alone. Today I value my time alone and feel like I am enough without anyone else.
Question shit. Even when it comes from someone you respect. Even when it’s your favourite author from your favourite publication.
Between the humble brags, the virtue signalling, and the “effortlessly” curated Instagram pics, I’m surprised I have any followers left.
I’ve come to realize that my love is worth a lot and shouldn’t be given to folks who don’t see it as a gift.
People have adopted the 33rd year in Christ’s life as a metaphor for personal growth and self-actualization. Here’s what I learned from my Jesus Year.
The world isn’t made for the disabled, and it doesn’t make it easy for disabled people to move through life feeling attractive and powerful.