I worried that people would be disappointed in me, I worried that no one would care what I did any more because I wasn’t actively volunteering, I worried that I would lose my purpose and drift through Sundays. There were a lot of feelings I had. And yet, officially on April 27th I cut my rope. It wasn’t this heroic thing. It was more like, God, I don’t feel like I have it in me to continue in this capacity any more.
Originally posted 2/24/2014: I’ve been known to have really odd dreams. I remember being a kid and it being the same way, Anyway, this morning I woke up from a dream that left me feeling unsettled. I was in a field. Open, green, and full of people. The day was warm and bright and the […]