Futile

I found myself inside an emotion I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t despair. It wasn’t fear. It was something new.

I wasn’t in touch with it. I had been avoiding it. My business has been in a season I didn’t expect — a long, humbling one. For a year and a half, I’ve been telling myself to stay open, stay trusting, stay generous. And still, nothing had shifted the way I thought it would.
The effort tasted thin in my mouth.