I have a confession: There is a hidden piece of the guilt of hypocrisy that I have carried around for far too long.

This goes out to all of my friends whose lives have blown up in one way or another and you have kept on keeping on.

I have a confession: For many years of my life I was completely unappreciative of changing weather patterns. I was dissatisfied with anything other than sunshine and warmth. Living most of my life in Indiana, this meant that I was dissatisfied about 86% of the time. What a ridiculously miserable way to choose to live!

It doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful.

I ask myself, “How do I release shame and offer constant grace to my present self? How do I quit the false demands of perfection?”

Shame does not get the last word.

This goes out to all my people. Good people who have invaded my life with laughter and love and friendship. This goes out to my people who long for community and hope and connection.

I have a confession: sometimes sadness rages.

This goes out to all of my friends who have experienced the reality of life drowning out parts of who you once were.

This goes out to all of my friends who don’t laugh as hard or as loud or as often as they used to.

Gratitude and Grief hold on tight to one another as beautiful dance partners, the dance teaching me and comforting me and executing joy. I am invited into the dance and held in perfect peace and freedom.

This goes out to all my friends who are full but never quite satisfied.

This goes out to those whose path has taken unexpected twists and turns along the way.

I have a confession: I have been spent most of my life hiding in false and incomplete identities. 

I have a confession: I am not going to try get rid of distractions.