The Journey, in Words

That weird space between what was and what’s next. And it’s uncomfortable. Now, you can stay in that space eating muffins forever, but eventually, something deep in your spirit is going to rise up and say, "There has to be more than this.”

"Did everyone forget about me?""Do I still matter?""Why does it feel like life passed me by?"

We live in a world that loves to celebrate youth. But what they don’t always say is that real wisdom, real fire, and real purpose often come later. I used to think that once I hit a certain age, the doors would stop opening. But baby, I have never been more alive.