Stop for a moment. Where would my life be if I had known, truly known, that I held this much desire to write? What might I have worked on if I had realized earlier that this is where I would end up. Compelled to share my thoughts, ideas, opinions, and stories? It’s easy to feel the weight of lost time. To look back and tally the hours I might have spent writing instead of wandering, unsure. To imagine all that I could have created. But stop again. That can’t be where my focus lives. I had to live my life the way I did. I had to stumble through those years, collecting the very experiences that now give weight to my voice. Without all that living, messy, uncertain, and beautiful. I wouldn’t have discovered that writing is the right thing [...]