When I was maybe nine or ten years old, I did a double take on a photograph of myself because I didn’t like what I saw … but the picture did not improve: my shoulders were drooping and my chest looked a little sunken. From that moment on, I made a conscious effort to improve my posture by standing up tall with my shoulders back and my chest out.
Over many years, this initial desire to improve myself has evolved to include more than just the way I look; these days, I’m working on my mind and spirit as well as my body, trying to elevate myself in any way I can. My writing is part of this. When I write about an experience or a memory, I’m able to slow everything down, think about what happened from a new angle, maybe even learn from it.
Each of the thirty-six stories in this book is a step I have built to help me climb. I still have a long way to go, but I’ve definitely made progress. Join me on my journey. I trust the steps will hold you too. I don’t have all the answers, but it’s nice to know I have kindred spirits out there who are climbing with me. Together, we can repair the world.