Fingerprints

So easy to look at this life and think of it as a matter of time having passed. Like it’s a fingerprint marking your passing through this world. Evidence. Proof.

It’s been years since I’ve felt like I have something to prove to anyone but myself. There are people I love. And their opinions matter to me. At times, even their approval.

There is something to be said for being part of a group. Part of something larger than yourself. It can be incredibly positive.

Something that I found in Houston is that I belong. Even now, even all these years later. It was little things, things I can’t explain. Things that don’t even make sense. There’s something about me that fits better in Houston, than it does anywhere else. Maybe it’s an attitude I fostered growing up there. Maybe it’s nothing more than the way I move. The way I act. The way I speak.


There’s nothing like being welcomed with open arms like nothing has changed. A friend said to me “it’s like you’ve just been on a long vacation”. Maybe it is more like a fingerprint than we realize. We leave marks on people and places as we live and love. Our energy remains, even after we’re gone. Our effects, those ripple effects, keep growing, growing until they are so much part of the other person we can’t even see where one ends and the other begins.

So I found my evidence. I found my proof in my travels. That part of me still exists. Maybe as much in the eyes of the people I love, as it does when I look in the mirror now. It’s amazing what 72 hours, 2 cities and 20 friends can do. Maybe my worlds aren’t as far apart as I thought they were. In some ways, it’s no more than crossing a threshold.




I heard this song at least 8 times over the past weekend. It's my new favorite song.