If you know me, you know I don’t get mad, I get quiet.

I listen. I process. I’m usually last to show up, but I’m rarely ever unprepared when I arrive.

And its not that I’m not emotional. It’s just that I prefer to save that overwhelmed feeling for the very last moment, when I can’t bear it any longer.

Sometimes your healers are also your coaches. The kind that yell at you and tell you to get out there and show up. Because they care and want you to care too.

And that coaching looks different for everyone.

So when I share this, it might not seem to relate to all the current frustrations in the world.

But when I tell you this lyric hit me in a way today it never has before, I can only hope you see it and know . . .

I’m here, too.


I’ve got another confession my friend
I’m no fool
I’m getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse