It’s never gonna happen. I’m not good enough. There’s no way.
We slipped those sentences on like well-worn blue jeans, frayed at the knees, tearing at the seams. They couldn’t hold us, but we weren’t ready to let them go.
Home is both where you’re from and where you’re moving toward at the same time.
It’s what shapes you. And sometimes, it’s what breaks you.
Yet my family blob is chock full of humans who understand the grace in failure. If they have taught me anything, it’s that we all fall down, so we should build our lives with people who will be there to help us up, including ourselves.