In my young adult years, I had a hard time being seen for who I was.
I was always identified by where I grew up, whose sister I was or who I hung out with. Although I loved those aspects of myself, I was more.
As years went on, I had to make choices for my happiness. Choices often opposite of what I thought was expected of me. That meant becoming vulnerable to change and criticism.
That shift came with a yearning to experience more of what life had to offer. I began to look outside the walls put in place by others and myself to live a life God wanted me to live.
I began to capture these experiences in my writing. This became a way for me to purge, process and heal.
This blog is that journey and it continues. A journey full of love, tears, pride and lots of laughs.
Thanks for joining me.
A Juicy Surprise on a Road Trip
As I talked, the farmer began to cut into a peach, handed it to me, and said, “Taste that. As I accepted and bit into the fruit, my senses awakened. It was the sweetest, perfectly textured peach I’ve ever had. The center near the seed was a pretty reddish color, and the flesh was bright, yellow-orange. I smiled. It was a perfect moment.