Some days I feel like a character in someone else’s novel.

Knocking on the woods with rhythm.

I wonder how future generations will describe “today” when it becomes history.

I think growing up is less about age and more about the way you respond to things not going your way. Some people are wise at twenty, some never grow at seventy.

Half of life is figuring out what matters, the other half is unlearning what doesn’t.

A feather floating in the sky.

The hardest part of growing older isn’t the years, it’s realizing some people won’t grow with you.

There’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance, and sometimes I’m not sure which side I’m on.

I used to think freedom meant no ties, now I see it can also mean choosing the right ties.

I tried a new recipe, and now my smoke alarm is my cooking timer.

Sometimes the hardest part of the day is starting it.

We spend so much time waiting for the “right” moment that we forget life is happening right now.

Sometimes a career leap is a step back first. That’s not failure. That’s strategy in disguise.