This is who I am inside. This is who I am, I’m not gonna hide. ‘Cause the greatest risk we’ll ever take is by far, to stand in the light and be seen as we are.
I looked through what seemed like thousands of pictures today. There were pictures from when I was a baby to when my sisters were born. From when I graduated from 8th grade (middle school) to when I graduated from high school.
Many pictures were just fun to look at, but some stuck out to me.
Sometimes when I get deep in a cavern of sadness, I forget how blessed I really am. I have a friend who reminds me often to practice gratefulness. But with picture reminders like this one, it should be easy, right? My sisters mean the world to me. While we don’t always get along, we get each other and can have such a good time singing along to random musicals and reminiscing. I am blessed with the family I have. Obviously including my parents and Frankie J…
In first grade I had a teacher, Mrs. Anderson. She believed in me and inspired me to learn back then. A few years ago, I reconnected with her when she got sick. And while I regretted not reconnecting much earlier, she inspired me again. When I told her what I was doing at that point in my life, working with kids, she said “lucky them.” It meant so much to me then, but when I saw this picture today, it reminded me of why I’m going back to school. To carry on her legacy and to inspire someone like she inspired me. After a long week, I needed that reminder of my why.
I honestly don’t know the name of this dog who I am holding at whatever age I am. Maybe 3 or 4? I know it was my aunt’s family’s dog, and I know that this picture was taken in my grandparents’ house. This picture reminded me of two things. One, I love dogs. From Molly to Jewel, and even my uncle’s dog named Rat, I loved them all. And it started at a young age. Who knew that a dog named Frankie would come along and help me to become motivated to keep up with him and become more healthy to do so. This picture was taken in my grandparents’ house. Every time I see a picture taken in their house it brings back so many memories of them and the love they have for all of us. I am grateful for the memories and for the times spent there, even still nowadays. Because I’m realizing how important the memories we each have are to our stories.
Our stories are full of lessons…some in memory form, some in a form of trauma…but they all teach us something. Whether good or bad, it can remind us that we are blessed or remind us that we are stronger because of it.
Carry the music, the memories and keep them inside you.
Laugh every day.
Don’t stop those tears from falling down.
With courage and kindness, hold onto your faith. You get what you give and it’s never too late…to reach for the branch and climb up leaving sadness behind you.
Fight hard for love.
Riding the storms that come raging towards us, we dive.
Holding our breath as we break through the surface with arms open wide.
‘Cause the greatest risk we’ll ever take is by far…to stand in the light and be seen as we are.
Stand in the light and be seen as we are.