It caught my eye as we were walking the other day.

A husk.

Kevin kicked it.

It was empty and brittle.

Yeah, I was a little grossed out.

It was pretty big, bigger than a quarter. A bug…

A shed skin.

Something crawled out of there.

And it made me think…

How often have I felt like that?

A shell of myself.

Numb.

All the color drained from my world.

It’s been a while,

but I have been a husk of myself before.

And most people probably didn’t even know.

Because I was smiling. And laughing. And singing.

As usual.

I was a great faker, the real me shrunk up so small inside.

So weak. So scared.

Maybe I needed to be there in order to get here.

Maybe I needed to experience the husk to appreciate the whole.