When I was little, my mom and dad taught me that I could do All Things. For the most part, I think they’re right—I cannot do algebra and I hate camping, but when I’ve put my mind to something, I’ve done it. When I’ve set a goal, I’ve achieved it. But it hasn’t come without a lot of work, let downs, and heartaches along the way.
I’ve always loved to write and tell stories, but I never thought I was good enough to publish. Oftentimes, the thought of putting myself out there felt scary, as if I might offend or cause controversy or expose myself too much. I’m at a place in my life where I’m ok sharing my raw, authentic, and sometimes incomplete feelings about something. I’ve recently started writing my soul, and it feels good. My hope is to inspire and ignite conversation and connection.
My mom used to tell me to write my world, and I guess I’m finally doing it. So, this is my space to share my stories, my opinions, my world—my soul.
Here’s All Things me.
