I can’t turn my passions into money makers; they have to become that on their own or I will grow to hate them.
Stress about the future isn’t worth it.
A week ago, I thought I was going to be an editor/designer/typographer/painter, but then God gave me a studio, a bunch of people with great advice, a ton of encouragement, and a new goal: build a portfolio and get a graduate degree in painting.
When I am on the verge of moving on or falling deeper in love with someone, teetering on the edge–although it is potentially more painful than moving on–might be just what I need to find my balance.
When blogging might make me late for church, sometimes I just might need to blog anyway.