The biggest hope for me

At the end of my life,

I hope to astound God by

how much I loved and was loved.

Age

Maybe maturity is repeatedly choosing not to suffer when vindication or pity or righteousness are so tempted.

Maturity became appealing when I understood it as a flow instead of ascending in a tower built by accomplishments, age, milestones, an inventory of trauma and humility unblended into the edification of everything else. Progressive living is the opposite of those things. I thought that I had ti climb to be real, that doing made me. Turns out, this is all that there is. I an already made, already real, and the process of surviving time is divesting from some ideal future and grounding into now without allow it to destroy or define me.

Almost a Thousand Days of Labor

A birth story about a new self.

2:42

You know they’re wrong for you when their presence pries the self-love out of you

Has you putting their attention over your confidence.

The right one/ the right time… it wont feel like that.

That Doesn’t Belong to You

Turns out, a lot of problems never belonged to me in the first place.

Law school

There is nowhere I’d rather be

and still,

its hard place to be.