I was about to leave Chick-fil-A Wednesday evening when I noticed a young woman come in who looked exhausted — as though she had been battling monsters all day.
She was tall and slim, with straight black hair and dark brown skin. She wore black pants and a tailored solid blue shirt that fit her frame tastefully.
Even though she seemed tired, she looked graceful and elegant. She looked lovely. We met one another near the door and spoke politely as we passed.
Then as she stood at the counter waiting for someone to take her order, I quickly went over and spoke.

Life cycles sometimes bring us back to places where we’ve been
Self-compassion is difficult when harsh inner judge condemns you
Making good art is really hard; getting paid for it is even harder
Every addiction is heart’s effort to fill inner hole that requires love
Good riddance, UAB football: Taxes shouldn’t subsidize college sports
Show me your spiritual practice, not just an intellectual theology
I’m slowly learning how to be contented as an ordinary man
My feelings can lie about reality, but I don’t have to act on them