Here you are, having just quit your job to pursue full-time the thing you love most to do: writing.
We are all struggling. And what’s so funny is that in a way, we’re all struggling with the same thing: ___ just turned out differently than we thought/planned.
I left the house in a rush, determined to get where I was going.
I can’t begin to understand what you’re going through. But I can try. And maybe I’m trying too hard.
I’ve decided that I’m going to take some time to become the person I’m supposed to be.
God reminds me all the time that if I am not growing, painfully so sometimes, I am not really living.