tides

I was constantly ebbing and flowing between ideas and decisions that led me to all different sorts of jobs and experiences. These shifts often felt as jagged and unforgiving as these rugged coastlines I love so much. But these weathered rocks also tell a story, and in much the same way my life tells a story. So far, it’s the story of someone who held high hopes for herself only to realize that prayer came easier than money, that all she really needed was a tiny, modest patch of beauty...