I remember the first time I was in a museum, I stood in front of a painting in a museum, convincing myself I see profound meaning because everyone else seems to? I strain to feel moved, to see what others describe, but deep down, something feels disconnected from what I…

Have you ever watched a plant struggling in soil that’s never tended? Not dying dramatically, but simply existing, never truly thriving, never reaching its potential height or vibrancy. Some relationships feel this way. The soil isn’t poisoned, but it’s never enriched either. Not all unhealthy relationship dynamics come from obvious…