A few years ago, I was asked to give advice to current high schoolers at my alma mater. I shared how much I’d changed.
This practice has become a yearly tradition of mine – a way to keep boldly imagining the future.
Thoughts on my graduation and big upcoming moves, both in prose and poetry.
I was tired of saying goodbye to help and hello to societal expectations that give me unnecessary pain – so I stopped.
Perfectionism says you’ll never be good enough. You’ll never work hard enough. You’ll never have enough. You’ll never be enough.
As I prepare to graduate from seminary in a few months, I want to celebrate my origins.
How did I end up with “Illness to Wellness”? Others believed in me – and now I do, too. The name I almost used doesn’t make sense anymore.