For the first time in more years than I can remember, I truly feel weightless about life. I'm not pretending or wishing... I truly feel it. It has been a long road of processing, re-assessing and re-aligning. The real bolt slid home once the needle etched my "strongmankaleb" tattoo this fall - my homage to our family strength, to our incredible son and to living the life we aim for.
I know perhaps that not everyone will understand this burning need some of us have to physically commemorate meaningful events upon our own bodies. I've tried to explain my personal need to acknowledge and delare a passage of rites, a glorious battle trophy and with this most recent adition, it finally feels like that final step, planted with a resounding thunderous smash atop my mountain, is firmly affixed.
I'm home and I LOVE it.
