Life consists of growing. If you’re me, growing can be sprouting up three inches a year since the time I was three and getting to a height where no one doubts I am tall. People ask me if I play basketball (no, I answer, but I played volleyball in high school). That sort of thing.

But besides physical growing, there are a lot of different types of growing in my life. Social. Spiritual. Mental. These are the things that matter–becoming a better person.

I was thinking a little bit about it today, and I realized that I haven’t made myself better. I can try, and sometimes what I do helps, but really, I make myself pliable to become better, and then other things build me up.

My family builds me up. My religion builds me up. A higher power builds me up and makes me who I am. I can’t take credit for it.

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