A Nod to Grief

Last week, in discussing my work, I remarked that none of us are served by holding back our gifts. "Let your light shine," I said.

That brought something up for me. My dad used to say about me that I "hid my light under a bushel." I don't think he'd say that anymore. I think he'd enjoy watching me continue to expand into who I am. I wish he were here to see it.