God reminds me all the time that if I am not growing, painfully so sometimes, I am not really living.
I’ve decided that I’m going to take some time to become the person I’m supposed to be.
I can’t begin to understand what you’re going through. But I can try. And maybe I’m trying too hard.
I left the house in a rush, determined to get where I was going.
We are all struggling. And what’s so funny is that in a way, we’re all struggling with the same thing: ___ just turned out differently than we thought/planned.
Here you are, having just quit your job to pursue full-time the thing you love most to do: writing.