Second Place is the First Loser
The second place is a failure mindset has robbed me of experiencing joy. I have missed savoring my accomplishments. It has spilled over into other areas of my life as well.
I’m afraid of public speaking
Hmm. Ummm. Ahhh.
Words that I had painstakingly written jumbled together on the page in front of me. I blinked back tears of frustration as I wobbled my way through the talk.
Building my legacy
Eventually, I will die… even though I don’t want to.
Do you. Your Voice Matters.
“Maybe you should charge him a nickel. You’re the one that’s having the financial issues right now. You could probably use it.”
She must have seen the stunned expression on my face through the shadows in the van.
She said she was just joking, but I didn’t see the humor. No one laughed.
When You’re Searching for Hope
You’re tired of fighting, because it’s exhausting. You’re mucked down in the drudgery of every day stuff in addition to those burdens that you’re carrying with you. They are heavy, and you want
I am 39. I weigh 149 pounds.
It’s uncomfortable to be thinner. Not in the same way my knees hurt walking up the stairs, or lungs strain after walking a short distance.
Being thin is uncomfortable to my soul.
I’ve said that I will be happier when I’m thinner, and I am not. I’ve delayed something that
The Conditional Logic of Poverty
True peace is not anchored to physical objects, achievement, or other people. It comes from within.
Nothing is never enough.
Something is always enough.