Indelible Markers

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.