I am meeting a lot of new people these days, and through the process of getting to know them, the obvious ask of “the story” comes up.

“So, what brought you here”
“what do you do?”
“How did you get involved in that?”
And simple, more than once “What’s your story”

And that is the one I love the best. It is direct, and to the point. . .  and true.  What is my story? How did I become “this”?  What is the journey any of us took that led us to where we are today, or are we still finding our path?

And so I tell my story.

And sometimes it feels like a really long story, full of ups and downs, varying directions, mistakes galore. Ad it is.

But, it has led me here, and for that I am grateful. It has made me this strange creature who does what she does, in the way she does it. And you know what?

That’s kinda working for me.

My story.
My journey back to work, bullying, staying home, miscarriage, more baby, business, business, sadness, business, sadness, happiness, and finally  . . . me.  Finally, just me. My story is behind me, and I am grateful. But I believe my page is now clean, and that what I am writing these days is a whole new chapter, maybe even a different book, or at least the next in a series.

And, funnily enough, that is all part of my story as well.