It was around 3:00 am on a rainy night in Chicago that I realized I didn’t know who I was. The year was 2007. Raindrops pounded my windshield in the darkness as I navigated the downtown streets, looking for my then-fiancé, who battled a drug and drinking problem. He hadn’t come home that night and
DARING DIFFERENCES.
I think that it is daringly delightful to be different. Too often we run from our differences, rather than running towards them. Our differences deserve to be celebrated, for they are what make us beautifully unique. If you want to learn how to start appreciating yourself for how wonderful you already are, then make a