It is not what we do or where we're going but who we are along the way.

I want you to know this story because I now wrestle with the fact that it's over.

Slamming into the concrete after tripping over my own shoe.

What do you bring when you walk into a room?

How many parties do you throw a year? One? Two? Literally zero?

There are two options in life: behave or misbehave.

It disappeared when I let one of the kids borrow it after having a mental breakdown resulting from long-term trauma.

We must believe our purpose is worth the exposure and pain of achieving it. If not, we will forego our purpose to protect ourselves.

The leaves are going to fall - that's just what they do.

Let your scars match the mark you made on the world by your courage to discover.

What if instead of saying, “Jesus came to die for our sins,” we said, “Jesus came so we could be ourselves.”

All that is intended for us to be is right here within us.

I am not just one thing or the other - none of us are.

There is a safety in knowing what’s coming next and a silencing fear of failure in trying something new.

Twenty-three is not one I wish to re-live.

I once had the things I want, but isn't that how all memories start?

By the end of the day we mostly see how little we’ve really done.

I will never fully know anything I’ve done.

These moments intensify my gratitude for the passing of time.

Bruised knees and scraped elbows testify of a common and perpetual problem.