"Be proud of every scar on your heart, each one holds a lifetime’s worth of lessons."

Wallace Stegner

I am frequently (oddly enough) asked about the scar on my left wrist, the only physical reminder of a poorly executed attempt to run in San Cristóbal undertaken two years ago. I also have a scar on my right palm from an unfortunate mishap with a giant cheese knife and a tear-shaped scar on my left pinky from a hot-glue accident. (Clearly, I beat the bejeezus out of my hands.) Each scar has its own story to tell.

The scars that we carry internally on our hearts, however, are even more profound. They fade and/or deepen with time, providing us with different lessons as we grow into the people we currently are and the people we are meant to be. Unlike the scars we display externally, which tend to remain fixed (barring any dramatic physical change), these scars morph constantly and remain in constant conversation with our always-changing lives (emotional and otherwise).