Scars remind us where we've been. They don't have to dictate where we're going.
Scars I've got aplenty. My life has been full of bad things, good things and things right down the middle of the road.
For some reason, the bad things stick in my memory more readily. Sometimes, when the bad things revisit, I'm reminded that I believe things happen for a reason. I'm a survivor. Without those previous experiences, I'd be handling new challenges differently, less well.
Not that I'm exactly handling all the new changes in my life in an exemplary manner, but I'm adapting more easily than I might otherwise.
I know, a more complete update is in order. I'm not really ready to write about all of it yet.
