Trust your story

Why I keep telling people this

Examining my own life, I would like to show you how our “failures” or the worst things that have happened to us end up becoming the phone booths that turn Clark Kent into Superman.

I spent nearly a decade in coffee shops writing stories about other people. I created protagonists and cheered them on their hero’s journey as they stayed their dragons and made the return changed. Forever. I gave them capes.

Meanwhile, I was pushing a mail cart in my own life. I was unhappy and just going through the motions. I was running a restaurant bar / club. It was flashy and scenic and people thought I was “successful”. But I was living a false version of myself, seeking approval and validation and didn’t have any real sense of who I was. Deep inside I was unhappy and lost. Or more accurately, hurting.

It wasn’t until my divorce, when I started from scratch that I embarked on the road to rebirth. Sometimes you can’t remodel. There are too many rooms that are fucked up. The house needs to be torn down and built again. And that’s what happened to me. I changed careers. I reconnected with my body through fitness. I made new friends. I bought a motorcycle. Got some tattoos. But my healing didn’t come from those things.