I’ve been thinking about for a couple months now, it's not perfectly figured out, but I thought I'd share anyway.

I would never have said it, but looking back I realize when I left college I believed there was a way to achieve perfection, to “arrive,” to “make it” and I was going to do just that. I was on a mission to live my life the “right way.” The change that has occurred in the past three years is essentially: “I found out life was complicated, more grey than black and white” (from Hide Away, Ben Rector). From my limited perspective I can’t make judgement on something as absolute black and white. Especially in the daily messiness that is life, relationships, and communication.

There will never be THE ABSOLUTE EXACT RIGHT WAY TO DO EVERYTHING. And more importantly, even if there were, who am I to think I would be the one to find it?

More and more, I’m realizing that the only way to approach anything is with love. It’s so simple, so cliche and something that everyone must discover for themselves before it clicks. I think it’s starting to click for me.

I hope to increase loving people for who they have been created to be. Too often I see them as competition, enemies, losers, weirdos, or worse voices that should be bolstering my pride. I don’t want to be so concentrated on appearing perfect that I miss opportunities to love people for who they are, to try to understand their story and treat them with compassion instead of pride and self absorption.