Theoretically speaking, walls are pretty rad. Walls define structural space and provide shelter. Walls create physical barriers to keep you safe from the outside elements. Walls, are great. Mostly. Unless…they are keeping your heart locked up. Unless …they are are keeping you paralyzed in/or stuck in your own fear. Then it gets tricky. Keeping your heart walled up is super freaking safe. It’s literally so much easier to not let people in. BUT. Walls aren’t designed for locking out love and hearts aren’t designed to be alone. When we keep our hearts locked up high and tight, we can deflect the bad, but maybe if we let more love in,…

Life happens… fast. Some days I feel like I’m keeping up with the pace, but most days? Not so much. I feel like everyone around me is cruising around, changing lanes without using their mother flapping turn signals, and I’m just bringing up the rear trying to find a place to fucking pull over. The catch? I can’t pull over. I have to just keep driving. Even if I’m losing. Even when I have no freaking idea where I’m going. I just keep trying to navigate some sort of way forward. Sometimes I knock this shit right outta the park. More times than not though, I feel like I’m failing.…