For I feel like I can finally start to become a warrior instead of a victim, to become a lover instead of a hater, to become a learner instead of a thinker. So it is again that I’m reminded that the process of change is forever unceasing.
A brief reflection on my first week after leaving the law.
Sometimes you don’t know what the future will bring.
Change is about to happen in my life. I write about how I feel about it.
Wyoming, halfway. An essay about my time here so far.
Some people hate washing dishes. I like them, oddly. Here’s why.
I do what I want. Then I come up with more things that I want, and I love it.