Sometimes that thing that starts out as a reckoning becomes a homecoming.

Sometimes the whisper becomes a roar.

Sometimes living with your not knowing will lead you to your knowing.

Scratch that: when you don’t know (what to do next/where to go/how to be/what to think), the answer is always to let yourself not know.

Sit in the sticky not-knowing. Don’t fake it ‘til you make it. Avoid forcing an answer for the convenience of being able to say something.

Sometimes taking a step is the act of faith you need. But sometimes just letting yourself breathe is the only act of faith you need.

There’s power in the pause; make sure you’re giving yourself a chance to find it.