Life isn’t black and white. On a beautiful, sunny, late spring day, I’m reluctant to write about the imagery of the word grey. But it’s actually the title of a song by Ani DiFranco.
There’s a line in the song, “I’m proud of the fact that I’m worse than I seem.” This used to be a mantra of mine before I decided that showing my vulnerability wasn’t something I needed to be ashamed of.
How does a kid with a head full of doubt learn to live from within and realize you get what you can get and get what you can give?
