I’m starting to embrace my story. For years I didn’t want to let my guard down or be vulnerable. I had to protect my tough as nails exterior. But if we don’t share and learn from others, then we limit our impact we can leave on this world.
Even my running gloves have a story. I believe I’ve had them for nearly 10 years now. Been through a couple hundred miles of cold-weather running, riding the SAG bike behind every runDisney race, trekking thru the glorious Swiss Alps, camping all over the country & most recently on my journey to the top of the world…. Mt. Everest base camp.
Trying to pack lightly, these were my only gloves for when nights got extra cold. A couple days into our 10 hour day tricks, I reach into my pockets and the gloves are nowhere to be found. We stopped frequently for water and breaks, so I must have left them behind on one of the many walls we encountered along the way. So disappointing, but there is no looking back.
2 more days goes by, and we’re winding down at our next teahouse to spend the night. We settle down to watch a movie and get warm while sipping on hot chocolate. I’m not very observant, however, I see a porter wearing my gloves (because they have a very distinctive NIKE neon yellow swoosh on the sides). Now everything along the trail is up for grabs if it’s been left. So I had no expectations even though I was sad. But through a wonderful guide, he gave back my gloves. A simple gesture, but to me these gloves meant so much more.
Everyone and everything has a story. Some days are beautiful, while others test you to your core. Every day is a new opportunity. Grasp it. Embrace every minute. Every story is unique and worth telling.
