Growing up was a season of learning how to live well.

I tried variants of living, from careful and structured to wild and reckless– both brought different kinds of struggles.

There is no right way to live.

Everything I thought I knew about the black and white of daily life turned out to be carefully disguised limits, put in place by my very hands.

These realizations come in waves. Why, one just came by recently. I expect there will be more passing in the future; some gentle, some punishing.

I look forward to them, too.