So yesterday I was feeling kinda down and anxious. Not unusual for a Sunday. Why? I dunno. πŸ€·πŸΌβ€β™€οΈ

And at one point in the evening I found myself in tears.

I felt worthless. And then I said that out loud, “I feel worthless.”

The sound of those words stung my ears.

Almost immediately, I stopped and said. “Well – that’s a lie.”

And just then, something lit back up inside me – I think sometimes clarity comes with a side of tears.

I remembered, I have things to do.

BIG things.

And I WILL make an impact.

My purpose is to help people become better humans.

If an action doesn’t line up with that, I don’t want to do it.

Waiting for someone, anyone to see my worth doesn’t line up. So forget that!

I am going places.


I really believe there is something I am supposed to do. Something BIG.

I am mildly concerned that it’s just a mental illness that has me thinking that – BUT I’ll just stick with the positive side and believe it’s the Spirit of God telling me to keep going.

With. Or without anyone else.