In the last seven days, I will have been on four different airplanes. Yep. Two trips between Ohio and NYC. Three shoots. One important audition. And all in the same week.
Back about, ten months ago, when my mom had her stroke, I became quite the prayer aficionado. My prayer life was on fire. Admittedly, not so ablaze now, but back then, I had drawn so close to God. Because really, that was the only place I had to turn. I was scared, angry, anxious, exhausted, emotionally depleted, and boy did I let Him have it.
At the top of my prayer list was obviously, my mom’s stroke recovery, and my family. But there was also something else, that selfishly, I was praying for.
An oddly specific request.
I prayed that I would be able to find a way to build a life that would allow me to live in…
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