By the time I finished showing houses late Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted and starving. It had been a busy weekend and I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten all day. But what did I want?
I felt a gnawing craving inside. It was a familiar craving, but what was it for? Was it for steak? Pizza? Chicken? I genuinely felt confused.
I’ve gone through this odd process a thousand times before. I’m hungry but everything I think of feels wrong. I stopped at a couple of restaurants, thinking they might be what I needed, but each time I stopped, I felt a cold emptiness — because I realized what I needed wasn’t inside.

We often don’t see who loves us until it’s too late to be an option
‘The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us and save us’
Not having someone to hope for differs from pain of missing love
Fear and shame can leave us in a fog that destroys relationships
Even when we’re right, criticism stems from our own insecurities
If you’ll quit worshiping celebrities, their antics will quit shocking you
Nature made me like my mother, but my father tried to erase that