Life Is Messy As Hell
Sharing our stories always feels fragile. It always feels scary and it always feels uncertain. But I’m reminded every time I do it, why I do it. Because life is messy as hell
Sharing our stories always feels fragile. It always feels scary and it always feels uncertain. But I’m reminded every time I do it, why I do it. Because life is messy as hell
I talk and write a lot about owning our own timelines in life and eschewing society’s prescribed milestones for us. But is it sometimes unavoidable? Because… biology.