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.

If emotional healing happens, happiness flows from the heart
If we keep waiting for perfection, we’ll always keep traveling alone
‘Citizen of the world’? Better to be sovereign than citizen of anywhere
Shared misery: Nobody can have air conditioning unless everyone can
What do you do when it feels as though your entire world is over?
What if we’re more talented than our inner fears allow us to admit?
Anatomy of a lie: Why destroy credibility by exaggerating facts?
It’s a very old cliche, but it’s true: Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt
Whether it makes sense or not, I’ve learned to expect miracles