I want the ideal, without it costing me effort. But I don’t even have the space (either in my schedule or in me) for what I’m asking for to show up.
Christian Blog Post
That concept of who I could be was appealing, and I soaked it in every time. I crossed oceans, ate different foods, took weekend trips to Italy, and stood in skyscrapers in London.
Now that they don’t readily apply anymore, it feels kind of strange, because I think I let myself believe that it was all of those things that made me special or interesting.