Come down off the cross, we could use the wood.
As a professional athlete, I have an incredible platform to inspire, impact, and deeply affect another human being. It sets my soul on fire.
I am a multi-dimensional woman who pushes boundaries and dares to be herself.
When I walk off the field exhausted, drenched in sweat, knowing I pushed myself to the physical, mental, and emotional limits, there is no better feeling.
I realize that labels are placed upon an individual to simplify him or her, but it is impossible to capture the essence of an individual by a few words.
Because of my compact and muscular body composition, my short hair, and my "Johawk," I have been mistaken for a boy on many occasions. Each time it happens, it feels like I have been punched in the gut. It is extremely discouraging.
I do realize, however, while striving to be your true self to the level I do, there will be pushback, resistance, and misunderstanding. I look at each of these experiences as an opportunity to educate and make the path potentially less daunting for anyone else that follows in my footsteps.
Nothing against comedy clubs, they work. But when you're sitting with a tablecloth and a candle and an appetizer menu, three-drink minimum, it can feel more like a dinner theater than a live experience.
There's a reason people love watching blooper reels of actors falling about laughing.
Take it back Oh, take it back I don't want your lovin', anymore Let me live Oh, let me live It's not you who I sing for
When the soul drifts uncertainly between life and the dream, between the mind's disorder and the return to cool reflection, it is in religious thought that we should seek consolation.