There's a Light at the End of the Tunnel

My English teacher in high school never let us use cliché writing. But today I'm making an exception. Sorry Mrs. I can't remember your name.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

For the first time in months I feel like some of my difficult days are over. I'm a little happier and accentuating the positive a little more. Although I do wonder, how much of my identity is actually wrapped up in what I do verses who I am, or better yet- who God made me to be.

I'm working on that but for now, growth is good and I'm feelin' fine.


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