The Story, Chapter One.

It was that day.

It was the day that so much had unraveled that even the thread of her selfhood came undone.

This pulling apart led to a calling, one that was in the making ever since she first danced in the sunset as a child, catching lightning bugs in a jar, and peering into the sun as if it was a distant land destined for her. She knew it then, as she feels it now, life is much too rich to be idle and dispassionate.

Today, twenty years older, there was a stirring, a beckoning telling her that there is a place she needs to be, somewhere on the other side of commonplace. Fearing life’s potential fate of mediocrity, she got up, pushed off the blankets that held her in, looked around, and saw the mess. This was the disorder that marked her abandon and, thus, her promise.

Today, she could no longer contain her thoughts, melodies, and memories. It was time for her to tell her story, part fact, part fiction, all of it on the edge of being incomprehensible.

So, I ask... Are you ready to begin?