This body.
Next month will be 56 years young.
I was good to keep my scars at a minimum til this year.
Gallbladder quit on me and so did my balance.
8 scars and numerous stitches later, I am still standing.
And that’s just 2020!
Scars are merely a “pull over and check out the memorial marker” on the highway of life.
My first was a scar from falling chin first into a coffee table at 2.
Vaccine.
Bout with Chicken pox.
Baton end into the calf.
Hot iron on top of my foot.
2 C-sections.
Chef knife incident.
2 neck surgeries.
Gallbladder removal.
And my latest and greatest, 3 at one time, 11 stitches in the face….face first into a boat!
My shining moment! 🤣🤣
I may have more but can’t recall them at this moment.
There are some you can not see.
Broken dreams, heart, promises, relationships.
All leave scars as a memorial to what was and the lessons learned.
I don’t want to hide my scars.
They are a part of my history.
They are me.
Every once in a while, I revisit those mile markers, sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh.
I think about how my guardian angel must get hazard pay, and well deserved.
Oh but the stories she tells!
Embrace your history.
Learn what not to repeat.
You are building a wonderful life and a unique you.
Keep loving big!
Lorene
