Thursday, September 25, 2014
Ok here I go again. The only thing I love more than writing appears to be destroying by fire or the delete button anything I have written. How and why is this fresh start going to be different? Well I think because I might finally have enough patience and compassion for myself to allow for imperfection. And maybe because of this new found compassion I have a renewed belief in the power of story to heal. And lastly I have been reminded as of late how important it is to pass on our stories. All I am is a story. All I have is my story. All I can really give is my story. Here is my story.