UNFINISHED

I don’t want to join the front lines of attack, and I don’t want to hide in bunkers. I want to talk about your kids’ birthday parties, laugh at your story about falling down the stairs in front of everyone, or roll my eyes at cat memes.

I want you to give me room and grace to be wrong, and I want to do the same for you. I want to hold a different opinion without being seen as uneducated or hateful.

LOST SOUL

Recently, I have been lost.

I have been clinging to my faith and trying to find my sanity. I have been burnt out and weary. Judge if you like, but for every one person looking down on this feeling, there are three to five thinking, “me too,” or, “I’ve been there.”