A moving poem about what really matters in life.
Some days the gray clouds won’t budge.
Do you find yourself going back to the same colors over and over again in life?
A quick check-in on where I’m at these days and I where I am (maybe? possibly? who knows, really) going
When I was young, we had a plaque hanging up in our house that said “THINK” in bold block letters. It was my dad’s, and it…