I’ve got one week left.  In one week, I’ll be on plane flying home to Cleveland.  The west coast sweep of the book tour will be over.  Years of thinking, months of planning have gone into each event and then, poof, it will all be a memory.

I’ve never been on a book tour and I had to figure out how to do it.  It was all DIY.  Makes sense.  The book itself was a DIY from the start.  I think that’s one of the things I’m most proud: I finished it.  It may have taken 13 years, it may have consumed the last 4 years of my life, but I finished it.  I’m in an exhausted state right now, unsure what my next steps are going to be, half praying that somehow those steps will reveal themselves to me.

But  I know better than to do that half prayer.  I know that things most important in our lives are never revealed to us, they must be explored with tireless curiosity.  And then built.

I built Dear Sister not just for you, but for myself.  It’s a space where I wanted to learn about the intersection of complexity and love.  It has not disappointed.