How I learned to love coffee and get over myself

When I was a freshman in college, I was a little shit. I wanted to trade my former good student, Sunday school volunteer life for something else. College was a chance to be a different person, right? But I overcorrected: I was arrogant, entitled, cocky. 

In a moment of hilarious buffoonery, that changed for the better.

Saturday Morning Flights of Fancy

I woke up this morning feeling some type of way, a kind of abstract restlessness I get when I feel like I haven’t done my share. The best way I can describe it is my sense of the absence of enough. I’m sure you can relate? For me, enough is that sunrise just over theContinue reading “Saturday Morning Flights of Fancy”