My past is where I come from and my future is where I am going

In order to know me, you must know my parents.
My Dad, the genius. His whit is charming and always makes me laugh- even when no one else thinks he's funny. I do. He is calm on the outside and a ticking clock on the inside. My Mom, the go-getter. She is always right, always dreaming, always accomplishing. She cries to know her daughters are happy and weeps when they are not.
My past does not dictate who I am today but it does define much of who I am. I am grateful for all of my struggles for I do not wish to be that naive girl anymore. I relish in those struggles because I view them as triumphs. I am ready to tell my story. The fear I once had talking about my story isn't fear anymore, it's a feeling of freedom- of letting go. I am inching along another cliff. This one is the highest one I've climbed before. It's when I took a leap into the rabbit hole. It's like lighting a candle. You're playing with fire but in the end, you know your candle will be lit. You will light that wick even if it's a stub! You must. You did. And no one can blow out your fire.

Amy xoxo