I was at the store today and found myself among the office supplies. Really, that isn't that unusual. I've always had sort of a weird penchant for office and school supplies. I like pens....I like sharpies....I like pencils with sharp points. Today though, I was struck in particular by INDELIBLE MARKERS. It made me think, because that's what I do.
As I sit on the very edge of this gift of a new year, I thought about the indelible markers in my life. The human sharpies and permanent ink experiences that have left a mark that no amount of scrubbing can remove.
I have been most fortunate in the majority of my marks. Most of them, even when they were unpleasant during the experience, have taken me to a new place.
I wear my marks proudly. Most of them I wouldn't remove, if I could. We live in a world of temporary thoughts, a world that has become disposable. People pay thousands of dollars to have their indelible marks removed. These are the things that make us who we are.
I am happy that a few of the people that read this are some of the indelible markers of my life. I have friends that have left colorful swatches across my soul. You are the ones that make the dark marks tolerable. For that, I thank you.
