The Undertow I Turned into a Lifestyle
I knew how to survive catastrophe. I didn’t know nearly as much about erosion. I became so good at breathing underwater that everyone assumed I didn’t need air. Including me. This is what happened when I finally stopped trying to make the undertow become anything other than the undertow, and started swimming.
If the boots fit…wear them.
We talk about integrity as though it’s something you’re born with.
It isn’t.
It’s what remains after fear, betrayal, and every opportunity to become someone else.
Sometimes the hardest person to investigate is yourself.
Sometimes the hardest truth is that not every story told about you belongs to you.
This isnt’ about perfection.
It’s about returning.