Thoughts on my graduation and big upcoming moves, both in prose and poetry.
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.
“There are places I’ll remember / All my life, though some have changed… / In my life, I’ve loved them all.” – The Beatles
I am who I am because of my cracks, and yet I am moving on from a simple “well, I learned” response to my past.
We must integrate the reminders “memento mori” and “memento vivere” in order for us to stay present in “ordinary time.”