once upon a time, there was a girl.
she was very self conscious,
she didnt feel she knew her self, nor much about the world.

She set out on her journey. Originally she was from a veeeery cold place, so she decided to set out to see the other side of temperature. She moved to a steeeemy hot place, "I like this" she said, knowing at least enough about herself now to want a place that is warmer.

Then she moved to a rainy place, where everyone let their creativity shine. She blossomed. She became a creative machine! But she had to keep moving.

Her next place was again warm. But dirty, smelly and too big. "This city doesnt fit me", she said. And she went to find where did fit her.

For two months she journeyed far and wide meeting amazing people, and hearing many tales of travels and adventure. She stopped for awhile, to pitch her tent in front of the house of goats on top of a mountain.

She meditated, partook in ceremonial rituals of herbs with the natives, and yet she found she wasnt finished moving.

She returned to the city, albeit a new city. Full of creativity, so profound it filled various parts of this city. Here she studied and became strong physically.

But just when everything seemed to go perfectly and she was going to stay in the city for awhile, she started to feel a little funny, then a little funnier. She found herself transferred to a new place, an unfamiliar place, with problems and confusion, and her body didnt feel like it was hers anymore.

She began to focus on the problem areas, meditating, and putting all her doubts and fears together in a package. As that package grew collecting her garbage, she knew she was going to have to have it removed.

which terrified her all the more.

but she knew how to get beyond fear, and she had faith.

Many months later, when she had removed the package, she found a whole new light in her life. She could see that package as a place where she could put all her negativity, all her doubts and all her fears. THat package, now removed could still just be the place where all those things belong, away from her, away from her psyche, and create the filter, that only the good things get in.

She recreated herself, once again, stronger, faster, (we can rebuild her) and this time, with all that she had learned, when she was ready she could go once again out into the world to experience the truth of her journey and creativity.

The story ends with a glorious burst of creativity, that occurs in many different parts of the world. With all sorts of beautiful people, and that never never ends, because her place, where the package was, is now an unending fountain of inspiration and life.