Every time I fall in this war, there is that choice: wallow in the muck and wish it was a war with bullets so someone might take you out, or to stagger forward with whatever is left on you after the spiritual attack. It is the thought that the enemy wants me to exit the stage is the most powerful motivator… that’s the stubborn Taurean in me. The weakest times are when I feel disconnected from purpose, my family, and connection. Actual attacks by the other side, like deplatforming, suck energy yet invoke a fight back response. The harder battle is with your own inner demons and self-destructive leanings. Maybe I get to tell the whole story someday. There is plenty to regret and be humbled by. I can confirm that very imperfect people are called into this battle in perfect ways.