And that’s okay
Sometimes all we have is the words we pull out of ourselves at the end of the day.
It’s toward the end of the work day (though I’ve got a couple more hours of facilitating in front of me), and I’m feeling tired. I’m tired because
I wrote this title (I promise)
I think I was a Junior in high school. It could have been later, but I’m pretty sure it was that third, penultimate year. I had a friend who was in