“Challenges find us so we can become who we’re meant to be,” she told me. “God has taken you on an exciting new path. Trust his judgment and see where it leads.” What the hell? “I bought a first-class ticket,” I told her. “I’m not taking the bus.” And I spun around, heading back down the stairwell. People were priceless. The things we told ourselves to justify giving up and falling in line like we had to accept anything less than what we wanted. Like fighting for your dream was a bad thing.
