I don't know about you but I need to have the things that frustrate me in my life. I need lies and betrayal and adversity and disappointment and hopelessness and expectations and goals and anxiety and neurotic thoughts. Because who am I without them?

She was right. Omission is a lie. It's the most familiar kind of lie I tell. It's so second nature I don't even catch it anymore.

Forgive me Lord, for I haven’t been honest with myself. Or anyone for that matter. If it’s OK with You, I’d like to confess.

At the crux of change, I find myself backing away. My words have always left the residue of a dream edging closer to reality. I'm almost done.

I haven’t poured anything out in a while. I kept telling myself it was because I was so busy.I don’t think that’s true anymore.