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Have you ever made a mistake you thought you could never come back from? This is a food for thought question. I have made so many mistakes all in attempts to figure life out. I had a professor once tell me, “If you aren’t breaking things, then how do I know you’re learning!” This was said to after a broke a very expensive laboratory item. I’ve also heard celebrities say it takes failure to grow or if you fail at least it means you’re trying. All that seems true in theory, right? But truth be told failure sucks, and no one goes into something hoping they fail. I also don’t want to look back at my life and see a trail of missed opportunities.   I think about those who have gone before me. The ones that laid a path for me to be able to get this far. The cloud of witnesses that are rooting for me to win. I think about those who are to come after me. What path will I leave for them? I want to leap, skip, run, jump blindly into whatever God has for me because I want for those that come...

Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends. John 15:13 (NIV) I don't remember being the kid that cried about not having friends or being sad because someone said they weren't my friend. I do remember moving in 7th grade and telling my mom I wish I had friends. My mom first asked if I was friendly? She went on to say if I found myself to be friendly I would find myself with friends. Those were very true words and soon enough I found myself with three friends that I stuck to like glue. From 7th grade through high school I had my girls and I was good. I had other friends that I was close to and this in no way is a downplay on our friendship. However, this story is about one friend in particular that in my quest to leave home was left behind.  About a year ago I wrote a blog about something silly that my friends and I did. When I wrote that blog I genuinely wanted to express a lesson about love. I thought the blog was self-explanatory...

A year ago I started this blog. I thought this would be a fun way to start writing. I have had so many experiences in life that I've learned from and I wanted to share them on this platform. I started with hope in my eyes and a keyboard at my fingertips. Like life, there were roadblocks, writer's block, life blocks and I stopped writing. I used a variety of excused to keep me from posting and really it was fear. I don't fear being liked by people I don't know. I fear sharing my experiences and the ones I care about feeling some type of way. But, the truth is, that's life. I can't pacify your feelings because I love you. I know that I need to write; it's apart of my purpose, my mission in life, and there is no love lost. Now that I've brought you up to speed on where I've been. Here are a few thoughts that I jotted down while I sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office. My mission in life (that I realized at 36 years and 11months ol...