• I am making something good happen for myself
• I am making something good happen for myself
• I am making something good happen for myself
• I am making something good happen for myself
• I am making something good happen for myself

In my experience, every time I try to do something good, meaningful, or helpful, it ends up as a total disaster. I’m uncoordinated. I’m weak and fragile. I also have ADHD, which, for me, manifests as an inability to pay attention unless I’m hyper-focused on minor details. My body is also as spastic as my mind. I knock things over like a cat in a china cupboard. I bonk into stationary items as if they jumped out to bite me. And my hands have a mind of their own. They spontaneously release their grip at the most inopportune times; they venture into space without the assistance of my eyeballs, and they refuse to do as they’re told like a spoiled toddler. They are rebellious twins, which is just great for a writer. My intimate knowledge of all the ways in which I struggle and fall horrifically short of qualified or capable of doing anything right or making anything good happen for myself also makes me that much more aware of how utterly dependent I am upon grace.