In 2017, I took my last flight. I knew before I went to Vienna with my friend Amy that it was going to be my last flight. I had already reached the point of active discomfort about flying, and I knew that, holding the values I do, I couldn't continue. What follows is simply an … Continue reading Why I stopped flying.
What makes us worthy? That we are God's.
half-baked thoughts on the metaphysics of hope