I thought this photo was fitting because I am kinda, sorta standing out on a limb. More like a ledge. You get the drift. (Chattanooga, Tennessee) You know when you go out on a limb for somebody, or something — you hold your breath after you say something final or make a big decision and hope that the other end will come through or approve or affirm so that you can exhale and feel at peace. There is a moment of silence, a pause after you do the thing. You took a big, fat risk

I’m sitting in Allen on the second floor, my usual spot. I was bracing myself for this week—each day over the weekend I was praying for productivity and peace. Nothing too dramatic is happening—just midterms, a few homework assignments and a story for the newspaper. Normal day-to-day, week four things. Still, I drafted a map of my schedule, and the meetings, interviews and study hours needed to keep up with all the shenanigans seemed more than overwhelming. I prayed more. Yet