The Power of Bad Stories: Telling the Hard Parts Even When it Hurts

When we think of inspiration, we often think of blooming flower fields and hot cups of home-brewed coffee and perfectly organized desks. But I want to challenge that vision. I believe true and lasting inspiration, and ultimately impact, is found in the stories behind the dying flower pots that you tried so hard to keep…

Small Steps For Living A More Generous Life

It had been a long and exhausting day of traveling, and we now stood on the train platform waiting for our next train. “Delay Approx. 15 min.” We all shifted our eyes upward and let out an annoyed sigh as those words rolled across the platform screen. We were all pretty upset. And we were…

This Will Always Feel Like Home

I have one more day left here in Madrid. Writing that down feels so weird. It feels as if just yesterday I wrote my week-one wrap-up. It just goes to show that time really does fly when you’re having fun. This new place and these new people and experiences have gone by in a blink…

When Writing Reaches Upward

What is writing if it serves no purpose? What good is a blog that neither shifts minds nor molds hearts nor encourages bodies? What is the point of a platform if it creates no lasting effect on its audience? And why spend your life writing things that only enter the reader’s brain for a second…

Dealing With Sorrow 5,000 Miles From Home

Today has been the hardest day in Madrid so far. In the past three days I have experienced so much hurt and sorrow that I just want to be curled up in a ball on my bed at home. My heart hasn’t hurt like this in a long time. I haven’t cried like this in…

Un Sabor de Madrid

I have officially completed my first week here in Madrid! The extravagance of this city never fails to blow me away with each passing minute. I mean what could possibly beat the sound of continuous clanking dishes outside my window at 3 A.M., the three-hour-long piercing cycle of the washing machine (which is in the…