For years I had been trying to “find myself”. I didn’t know how or when I had gotten myself lost, or if I was even lost at all. What I did know what that, for as long as I could remember, I felt empty. What’s interesting with feeling empty is the nothingness to it all. I did nothing. I said nothing. I felt nothing. I meant nothing. Life moved on and I was alone in my isolated nothingness.
Don’t get me wrong, I existed in my life. I went to my job. I shared inside jokes with a few coworkers. I drank beers at happy hour. Yet, at the end of the day I was nothing. I occupied space in certain areas at certain moments. Deep down I wondered if my nothingness was all I would ever have. Is an empty shell of nothing all I will ever be? This nothingness was my fate until, one day something happened. I received a postcard. On the front were printed the words “You are NOT nothing.” The back contained a marking that appeared as though lips donned with bright red coloring had pressed themselves against the card stock. Below the lips the card contained a date, a time, and an address. This is where my story begins.