It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything. Experiences have presented opportunity but I haven’t felt the same motivation. It felt difficult and stiff. Or perhaps, self-doubt entered the conversation. I’m not sure why. “Writer’s block?” Life? But then it occurred to me, and I reminded myself these penned thoughts and observations were never intended to be anything more than self-reflection - not the next New York Times bestseller. Why worry about a blog? The grammar, the se

A risk. Just the thought of it makes my chest tighten and my heart beat a little faster. Some say, "No risk, no reward." But what if your only thoughts about taking a leap, letting go and putting faith before fear are shear panic. And when I say panic, I mean the terror ridden feeling that your heart may stop, your lungs may collapse, and you may find youself embarrassingly laying on the floor trying to recalibrate all bodily functions relating to staying upright. Today I met

What I realized today, when necessary, my own reflections and journey, need to be put on the backburner. For those who know me, you may not agree. You may argue that I need to be selfish. You may be thinking, "Here we go again." But I vehemently disagree. A compassionate person who cares deeply always has space to ponder the pain of others. Walk in their footsteps, consider their struggle, and be ready and willing to pick up the pieces. All of them. Little pieces, big pieces,