My five year old asked me yesterday what is inside our bodies.
"A ghost?"
And I didn't necessarily have a definitive answer for him ... One that he'd understand, and that is "truth."
It feels freeing to really truly own my labels ... even though I know they don't mean anything, in this world, we do label. So these are mine. And now I can move forward knowing that I own ALL of me, who I was, who I am, and who I will become. It is the WHOLE of me that makes me me, after all.
Honor, this moment. 