Where Hope Blooms
I used to think my words didn’t matter. They were just raw feelings on a page, scribbled in notebooks, hidden away so that no one would find them. No one would know the depths of my sorrows, my anger, my depression. I was too much for anyone except the audience of a blank page. Without pretense or judgement.
You’re Not Behind
Are you already feeling overwhelmed and behind?
You’re not.
I’ve felt it, too. Even through Christmas break, I felt this pressure to put out emails just because that’s what I do on Fridays. But I pushed back against performing. I don’t want to put empty words in your inbox. Your heart matters to me.