In the name of authenticity on these here social networks, let it be known that I just had a good hard cry. I’m talking high school-era sobs and hiding in my car outside my house so I don’t distress the neighbors. It’s cathartic to let out all the disappointment and frustration and discomfort of these many months. My life is no tragedy, as I’m sure you can tell from all my posts demonstrating how thoroughly I enjoy my city and community, but these are my emotions and this is my experience. I am weaker than I’ve ever been. I’m learning what it means to be helpless. But I’m also starting to understand what it means to lean heavily on Jesus. Like a deadweight. This won’t be the last time I cry this year, but you know what? I’m gonna be just fine.