Growing Young

"This" became "then" and I started to fall. Crash, if I'm honest, hitting one ledge of loss after another on my way down.

You Are More Than What You Do: A Journal Excerpt Circa 2020

And the only reason God would still be here is if I can’t earn love at all— no matter how many books I read or how toned my abs are or how many hours of the day I devote the bettering my worldly existence. No, He’d only be here if all those efforts–and my respective failures to perfect any of them–weren’t the measure of worth that I’ve deemed them to be.