Who am I?

Who am I? 

Who would want to read this? 

Who would even care what it says?

What's the point of writing this? 

What am I even doing? 

What qualifies me to share?

Don't I have to be an expert? 

Don't I have to have all the answers? 

Don't I have to convince people they have a problem and I have the solution?

Why would anyone care what I have to say? 

Why do I care? 

Why would anyone spend their most valuable resource, their time, reading this? 

I can come up with one thousand reasons to not do this, but I've always sought something deeper. And while I don't fully know what that something is, I can't find it if I don't start. Maybe life isn't about having all the answers before you start. Maybe there is room for fear, sadness, anger, and joy in the midst of disappointment, uncertainty, and failures. Maybe, just maybe, we don't have to hide nearly as much as we think we do.

What if we're actually all in this together?

What if there's room for hope in the midst of fear?

What if there's more beauty in love than we realize?

Hi, I'm Jack. Come along if you'd like.