I’d chosen this challenge for many reasons, and one of the greatest was to face the darkness, both without and within. Daily my body preferred to quit hours before I did. Instead I continued on, because of my stubbornness, yes, but also to allow scars to form when I wrestled with grief, memories, loss, and destiny on a sliver of trail in the moonlight. I was opening myself to true healing by finally dealing with my wounds. Sometimes all I had to do was acknowledge my own stubbornness. Others I had to rip off old scabs and let new ones form into thicker, beautiful scars.
