Your Dead Ends Are Sacred Ground

I want to hear about your dead ends. The forks in your road. The moments where you followed each delightful breadcrumb, looked for signs, pulled some cards, prayed for help... and still ended up here. On your knees. Wrecked with shaky indecision. Or staring blankly at the wall, curled like a zombie into the crevices … Continue reading Your Dead Ends Are Sacred Ground