The ones that found a place in us

I watched this Ted talk on vulnerability. It changed me deeply. I have decided to tell my story.

I am going to climb my everest. I am deciding to be everything i want to be. Connection is why were here and this is my opportunity for growth to be real, and tell the whole story with my whole heart. Letting myself be seen, even if its only for myself.

Where do we ever begin a story? at the beginning....

While there were hundreds of stories before this, Some forgotten and others treasured in stacks by my bedside, When i go to write the story or wonder back to the beginning, you are what i think of. It is a million pieces that make me, but i cannot remember the story without you. You are the beginning of this great story, even though that would mean the beginning is in the middle.

It is the ones that find place in us that make us who we are.

The night my mom finished reading us Where the Red Fern Grows....

I was lying on the cool wood floor, tears running down my face. My heart felt empty.

I remember thinking we should have never finished the book. We should have stopped in the middle, or read the end first so we would be prepared for such an ending.

But i don't know that i would have ever been ready. I still am not ready.

The leader i had at girls camp, who gave me a note that simply said: "I wish i had freckles like yours. I think you are so beautiful."

Watching the same sad movie again and again, hoping every time it will be happy or different or that you wont cry. But i always do. and it always ends the same.

Putting raspberries on our fingers and spending most every day barefoot.

All of these things found place in me.

They are part of the story and a prelude to the beginning.

This venture to grow a lemon-tree began with you. And that is where i will begin the story...

At the beginning.

Where Zac found me.