I can’t stop moving. There are times I watch myself running from one thing to the next and a soft voice inside my heart says, “Please slow down, we’re missing this moment.”
I’m older than I want to be and yet, my heart and curiosity is that of a 20-year-old.
Being bi-coastal is one exotic fiasco — everything is doubled and you can only focus on 1 thing at a time — imagine a camera lens, there’s only 1 object truly clear and the rest is mostly blur.
I struggle with my true purpose. I don’t fear death, I fear not leaving a legacy.
It’s challenging to trust that God truly understands how much I want my dreams.