Today is Thanksgiving. My pilgrimage to Allinall begins––
“Why does imperfection rock?” I asked Izabel.
“It knows no boundaries.”
For a moment I felt invincible! But a moment later my insecurities returned, and I returned to chopping wood and carrying water. Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.
Sometimes you have struggle to the top of the hill so you can look back and see what you’ve missed . . .