Asking for help is hard. We judge ourselves, and we fear judgment from others. People who ask, "Why them?" or imply a scam make it harder.
Sometimes you should do your own fishing. Othertimes, just eat the damn fish.
Every day, I meditate, and I pray, and I ask, and I journal. Here is something I wrote in my journal yesterday morning on a wintery day when first, it rained, and then the precipitation turned into wet snow.
When did I become someone who writes about God?
Peloton in the age of outrage
Shhh… don’t wake my gremlins.
Are you sure you need advice, or are you seeking validation for what you already know?
The music touches a place deep in me, feeding an area of my soul that I didn’t know needed satisfying.
One of my biggest pet peeves is the use of words such as "guilt" as a way to describe a feeling toward food and eating.
"Shitty" has a lot of meanings. Try again.