It’s so weird to write what you care about
Sometimes I reread what I have written, and I am usually both shocked that I mean it even more than when I wrote it, and that there is something I didn’t fully realize when it came out. I still plan on designing my life for God in terms of structure and dreams and whatnot, but there is peace in the fact that if I write what matters to me, then maybe others can share that. That is still the only thing I wanted to accomplish the entire time: sharing. What a gift to actually be free and healthy enough to share what matters most to you.