My writing is better at night. Night. Yes night. When I’m laying in bed. Just me and my thoughts as I slowly start to tread off to sleep. But then my mind goes and I race to you. To where I feel found. Where I feel okay to break down and just be me. No...
This is my prayer: that God would just hand me a teaching or counseling job at a Christian school… In His hands, on a silver platter, “here Nic. Go change lives like you did before. Go teach kids to make a difference.” And then I say, “Yes Lord, send me. I’m ready, FINALLY…sorry it took...
I woke up yesterday and took a long run around Burke Lake. The sun was warm and the breeze was bare. But I felt fine. I felt okay and there was a glimpse of happiness knowing that I was back to doing something for me though hard, right. It could have been anything, but it was...
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