This week was probably the most trying I've had at work. I see a lot and feel a lot. Then, I'm reminded that I'm just one part of this huge interplay between ugly and beautiful. And I, being a wee human being, can only cause so much goodness to grow. It's humbling. And achingly frustrating. I can only help so much.
I'm not a superhero.
And it all comes down to this, which am I going to let rise up inside me? Defeat or hope?
Guess which one I choose.
It's hope and beauty by the way. Because that's what Mrs. Hall is made of :)
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