Lately, in the thick of coinciding and back to back deadlines, and trying to pull off bigger and bigger projects, I've been hearing Dory from Finding Nemo, in my head, singing, "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming." It's been a funny and silly little thing that's gotten me through the longest of nights, and most chaotic of days. But a few days ago, I stopped and took a few moments to be still, and when I was, I remembered this prayer that my mom would pray over me before bed as a little girl. I would close my eyes to go to sleep, and she would begin to pray for a little minnow that was trying to swim upstream against a strong current of schools and schools of other fishies, who were all going the other way. She would pray, asking God to make that tiny little minnow strong in heart and mind, to remember why it was going it's own way, to help it never tire of going what would sometimes feel like a lonely way. It's so humbling to realize that those earnest prayers made a way for my dreams, fuels my all nighters, and gives me boldness to keep going. Do what you love. And go your own way.