I wear pieces of my heart around my neck like a best friend necklace.
One for Green Bay, for family and humble beginnings
One of St. Paul, for Jesus, and discovery and adventure, and heartbreak and learning,
One for the Grove, for healing, laughter, and tears and so much love.
Three pieces, and sometimes i forget the tracks laid in each place. Sometime I need to settle into myself with a blanket and a cup of coffee, take a deep breath and remember.
Remember life is dynamic, always changing shape and morphing into something you never even thought existed, which is equal parts terrifying and fun.
Adventures come with an element of unknown, potential danger, potential heartbreak, potential ruin, but being brave means doing it anyway.
Jumping. No one says you can't plug your nose, you just have to jump. And jump however you like.
headfirst, feet first, cannonball, back flips, pencil dives, belly flops
I go heart first. It's the only way i've ever gotten anywhere.
I'm sitting at a kitchen table in St. Paul, working a project, celebrating a life that has literally made the world a better place. A life that means something significant. A life of a heart that pumps hard for the right reasons. The sun in shinning, the leaves are perfect it smells like fall.
It smells like homecomings and the wind whispers of adventures to come. Inviting us a long for a ride. A ride populated by colorful characters, and beautiful scenery.
We are invited to hop on board and change things. To be a catalyst for something better. For something beautiful.
All we have to do is jump.
St. Paul is like an old friend. I trust her with my fears, and dreams. She is constant, tried and true. She always reminds me of the fun in the adventure, and the beauty in possibility.
And right now, i'm so thankful for that.
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