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I’ve got a story, and it is written in wingdings.

Core story. What central story is at the core of you, and how do you share it with the world? (Bonus: Consider your reflections from this month. Look through them to discover a thread you may not have noticed until today.)

Molly O’Neill

Who am I? Its a question that’s been on my mind lately, actually. A few months ago, I would have been able to tell you. I was angry, depressed, broken and wandering. I was a man that had been kicked in the nuts by life and wasn’t about to start fighting back. I was lonely, frustrated and tired. I was a man that was as close as you could be to giving up hope.

I was a lost in the dark.

I’m not that person anymore. There are times when I feel I am still out in the dark, but now, I have a flashlight.

I’m writing my own story.

I don’t know what that story is yet. Its still compiling in my brain. I know where I want my story to go. I know how I want it  to end. I’m not sure I know how I’m going to get there, but that’s the journey we’re all on, right? I do know that I’m not going to let other people write my story for me anymore. For years I’ve let guilt, obligation, laziness and pain rule my story, and pick my roads. I’m done with that.

So what is my story? Where do I begin?

Matt sat at his desk, typing into his word processor, the world ahead of him. He carried the weight of life a little easier these days, and was ready to tackle life and hunt down his dreams. The ideas in his mind were bright, frantic, and many.  He sat, organizing them, planning to face a new year with pride, courage, and hope, excited to explore the path ahead…

Published by M.A. Brotherton

M.A. Brotherton is a writer, blogger, artist, and fat-kid from the suburbs of Kansas City, Missouri. He’s tasted a little bit of everything the Midwest has to offer, ranging from meth-tweaking rednecks in massive underground cave complexes to those legendary amber waves of grain. When he’s not writing, he spends most of his time screwing around on the internet.