Still Trying (A Few Days Later)
A few days ago, I wrote about being unsettled, about compromise, unfinished things, and the quiet discomfort of knowing I wasn’t living as fully as I could. Nothing dramatic has […]
The Door That’s Always Answered
There’s a tattoo on the inside of my right arm that most people never notice unless I show it to them. It’s not loud or attention-grabbing. It’s meaningful. Personal. A […]