Day 1: The story of your life in 250 words or less
I was born in 1981. Twenty-something years later I got ©1981
tattooed on my right butt cheek. In between those two events were
country roads, church choirs, comfort food, lots of family and a few good friends;
library cards, art classes, web designs, quiet dreams and words written more than spoken;
failed attempts, broken toes, crocodile tears, a cancer scare and bouncing back;
home plans, impulse buys, first days, full-on obsessions and strawberry-flavored everything;
things made right, shoes to fill, big sistership, becoming okay and sins washed away ;
chipmunk laughter, awkward glances, useless trivia, sun-freckled skin and mismatched eyes.
It’s been a few years since that tattoo. I like to think I’m
a little bit smarter. I can’t decide whether it’s better to be rough or smooth
around the edges and figure I’ll always be both. I still believe that everything
will happen. Everything will be.
