My bed at home is much better than my bed here, but that doesn’t mean I want to get up. My blue comforter is snug against my body, reaching all the way up to my chin; my fuzzy, pink socks lie warm against my feet; and one plain pillow hugs my head while I hug… Continue reading Leaving Your Safe Zone
I’ve always wondered about myself like one wonders about a stranger. You’d think I’d be an expert on what goes on inside my head, but I know I’ve got many blind spots, blind spots that I rarely notice until they hit me like a truck. Still, what about the rest—the unknown flaws—and the true motivation of my heart?