I just emptied out a huge box of stored crap, finding almost nothing worth keeping. Getting rid of it has been educational, and transformative.
If a journey of a thousand mile begins with a single step, then perhaps a journey of transformation begins with a single action.
There are always signs when I’m coming out of the grey mist of depression. Today I had two really good ones.
Sometimes, you just gotta run. Sometimes, you just gotta pay the price. And sometimes, both.