Stories are lenses through which we see life. I grew up in an agricultural community. With the first hint of spring, preparations for the next growth cycle were underway. Prepare, plant, nourish, harvest, trade for the future… There is a rhythm to this that I understand deeply. It’s the rhythm of generations of my family.
One of my grandmothers who grew up in the middle of this cycle thoroughly enjoyed life away from the farm, appreciating travel, nice things, beautiful clothes and buying presents and giving generously. To be her best self, to complete her unique story, she needed to create a life that expressed her individuality, while honoring family traditions.
What is your story?