The Season of Transition...
I remember going to counseling for the very first time while I was in college. I was 19 years old and struggling with fear that was so deeply embedded in my being, that I couldn't walk from one end of the campus to the other (which was all of about a half mile). Honestly, I didn't want to go. There was something about being vulnerable and telling some stranger my deepest issues that struck me as weak, incompetent, and incapable of getting my life together. The truth of the matter was, fear had such a grip on me, I wasn't living as my best self, and I needed someone to ask me some hard questions. Thankfully, I had several friends who could see that and encouraged me to go. It not only changed my life, but it began this process that would eventually uncover courage that I didn't even know I had, a it brought healing to my soul. I am turning 40 in 236 days. This is no joke, people. It's coming and it's coming fast. Truth be told, I've been thinkin