The Narrative
Photo credit: Scott Cain "Winter Light in the Trees" Inspired by Sher at www.unboundliving.net We all have a story. What we do with that story makes a difference to the outcome of what we believe about ourselves. I have leveraged some of my most significant mistakes to unlock the best parts of myself, and love the parts I hid in shame. What will you do with your story? In the dream, where I pretend to carry the story of my occhiolsm. I am a school boy running down a crowded hall. Miraculously this reoccurring theme no longer finds me in my underwear. However what awaits is a test I have yet to study for. The hard floor under the pit-pat of my feet echos with all the noise of a crowded passing period. The slamming metal lockers, is the only sound loud enough to break the din. talking, shouting, and laughing, I too am a ghost in the menagerie as I slues my way under a sea of greenish florescent lights. Clutching tightly against my chest my arm protecting the narrative
