I caught myself staring at a job description thinking: wait… I could absolutely do this. Which weirdly made me realize I might not want it anymore.

I think I’m in this strange season of realizing I can’t keep standing behind the rock forever.

I don’t think I’m searching for a perfect title anymore. I think I’m searching for more rooms that make me feel that alive.

The strange thing is the more honestly I introduced myself, the more honestly other people started introducing themselves back.