I don’t think I’m in as-new condition. I am most certainly a little damaged, a little fractured, and I have absolutely been taken out of the box and thrown around a little. But there’s nothing so terrible about that, is there? We’re all used, played with and broken, in our own ways.

But those “defects” are a sign that we’ve lived. And so I find them utterly beautiful. Every scar on my body and heart and every hurt on my soul. Don’t they just tell a story that is worth being told?

Joan – Tiny Spells #131