The first time I knew what ‘pause’ really meant was a few years ago when my friend, Shelly Miller, wrote about resting. My life was really hectic and I felt like I couldn’t breath. I was tired.
Something had to give.
Continue reading Day 17 – Pause
The first time I knew what ‘pause’ really meant was a few years ago when my friend, Shelly Miller, wrote about resting. My life was really hectic and I felt like I couldn’t breath. I was tired.
Something had to give.
Continue reading Day 17 – Pause
