The Power of A Voice
Five years ago, I took a step back as I realized I wanted to find myself. It has been an adventure of tears and joy, pain and triumph. An adventure I only wish I had done sooner. I am so excited to be emerging with a new appreciation and respect for how my past has molded me and my voice. I was recently encouraged by Ally Vesterfelt to enter into a writing assignment called I am from... It seems unattractive and painful and yet I share it in hopes that as I find myself and my voice, I will inspire others to realize that their voice is one of a kind and powerful.
I am from...
I am from cleanliness and hand me downs.
I am from hot summers bike rides and cold winters snow forts.
I am from steak and potatoes and meals as a family.
I am from simple spaces and angry faces.
I am from Saturday cartoons and giggles as we gather on my parents bed.
I am from splurge Sunday's.
I am from weeping willow trees aka our stow away home on a dessert island.
I am from perfection and brokenness
I am from three whole glass of milk a day.
I am from long conversations.
I am from homemade cookies.
I am from hoping for a better tomorrow.
If you are interested in entering into this exercise for yourself, here is the template to help you get started.