All Stories Have A Beginning

All stories have a beginning - but they are just that - a beginning - not the end.

I don't think anyone has a 'perfect' childhood. I don't even know what a perfect childhood would even be?

But this I know - beginnings whether awesome or difficult help mold the person you become, but they don't have to define you. People overcome tragedies, and people who have had an 'easy' life can still wind up in horrible situations.

I think it comes down to how you handle and process the difficult and wonderful situations in life.

Personally, I was born in TN and grew up in MS. (Please do NOT cue the banjo music - it was nothing like that)

Although we were not middle class folk, and on the lower end of the financial spectrum, I never went hungry. I never lacked for anything, and my parents worked hard. I knew they were always there for me along with my grandparents. Not a day goes by that I don't miss Mama and Papa - oh how I wish they could have met my little boy.

But my younger self lacked confidence.

If I could tell my former high school self I would tell her - you are so much stronger than you think you are. One day you're going to get married, you are going to have a kid, you're going to run marathons, you're going to explore trails, you're going to fall down, cut your knee open, limp your way back to the car, and count down the hours until you can get back out there on the trails again. You will experience hurt that feels like it will kill you - but it won't. Because you are stronger than you think you are.

See, beginning's are just that. They are just the beginning. There is so much more to you than your past.

Glean from it.

Learn from it.

Cherish it.

But don't harbor past hurts and pain.

Let it go, and continue writing your story....

"Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us" Hebrews 12:1

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