INSECURE CONFESSIONS
Every day is a battle. Every day I fight to keep the mess inside and be better. Every day I fight the lies of who I feel myself to be with a grasping at who I am made to be.
THIS IS NOT THE END…. YOU CAN START AGAIN
As I ran past the caboose on my running trail, the yard limit sign, and the stop painted on the ground, I thought about how we can feel everything is telling us that it is time to give up on a job, a spouse, our faith, or ourselves.