Be more you.

I sit here, at my dining-room table with a fresh cup of coffee, typing and deleting as I try to turn my life to story. My mind pictures a little girl climbing up the old cedar tree in her front yard with tears rolling down her cheeks. Always so sensitive. A little girl, unable to refrain from eavesdropping or touching the delicate wings of a moth. Always so curious. A little girl, telling wild tales with great theatrics. Always so imaginative.

I then see a teenager. The light and color dimming around her as she navigated the new world. Always trying so hard. Painfully hard. Trading pieces of herself for the acceptance of others. Stumbling down a path of self-denial and harm. Creating a long, but necessary, road ahead.

And finally, I see a young woman. Moving away from her all-too-familiar Vermont town to a small city up north. Walking down new streets, catching glimpses of herself, flashes of her younger spirit, calling her back home. Finding a way to lace hands with courage and fear, she began to listen. Ready to heal what had been shamed and broken. Ready to discover what she had traded all those years ago.

This is a story of stepping back into the authentic self and staying there. And this is what my work revolves around, honoring who we are right now all while staying curious for the next inevitable evolution of who we are becoming. From here, we will walk alongside one another. From here, we can begin.

Torey