Take Your Damn Time

“This line is long,” he complained.“Good thing you’re so patient!” I chimed.“You know how I know you’re an alien?” he quipped.“Hey, you keep pushing me to be more optimistic. You brought this on yourself.” My default mode is not overtly optimistic. It’s partially a knee jerk reaction against decades of church-flavored toxic positivity. Fear orContinue reading “Take Your Damn Time”