The green piece of paracord turned bracelet, is from left over hiking supplies of the first boy I ever loved. The boy, who was as brave as his brown eyes were beautiful.
I took this picture in Israel, after I climbed one of the most daunting mountain sides. I was over heated, tired, and had just realized my fear of hights-later that week I would learn my fear of small spaces, after a trek through a tunnel that felt like it would never end.
The night before I left for my trip, I procrastinated on packing by rummaging through my keepsake box-there I found a few things that belonged to Matt.
For some reason, I grabbed this piece of paracord and took it with me to Israel-last minute packing decisions were responsible for my checked bag being 7 pounds over 😏
Maybe, I was just missing the boy who passed away well before his time.
Maybe, a part of me felt like if I brought something of his it would be like I was taking him on a trip I knew he would have lived for.
But honestly, this silly piece of string tied to my wrist reminded me over and over to be brave- to climb mountains, crawl through caves, and live in the moment I'm in before it passes.
Funny how a piece of string could inspire so much-so be brave, that's all I've got for ya insta.