I like to pretend that I have it all together. I mean some days I feel like my mind is as sharp as a razor, my faith is as big as a mountain, and I can walk on water. But the truth is, other days I walk around in a fog, my faith is more like a shriveled raisin, and I feel like I’m slipping around on ice.
I’m a driven man and I push myself to do more and more so that I don’t have to slow down long enough to ask myself the really hard questions. Questions like, why are you so driven Len? Who are you trying to please? When is good enough good enough? What does “good” even look like? Why do arrogant people make you so mad?
I can’t speak for others who are driven, but I know that I’m driven because I always feel…
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