God, the Lord, is my strength;
He makes my feet like the deer’s;
He makes me tread on my high places.
You don’t get to choose how you’re going to die, or when. You can decide how you’re going to live now.
Start ignoring people who threaten your joy.
Literally, ignore them.
Don’t invite any parts of them into your space.
Like wildflowers; You must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.