Today I’m writing about friendships and authenticity for Live Brave, Not Broken. Please come over (it’s only a click away) and share your own brave journey.
This weekend I sat in my car in a parking lot and cried. Not the quiet single tear slipping down my cheek kind of crying. But the big kind of crying that makes noises—lots of noises. I was by myself; well, except for the guy in the yellow car parked next to me. But I ignored him and hopefully, he ignored me too.