My most recent trip back home to Montana is still very much alive within the steps I walk. I didn't return home to catch up on memories or to feel like a kid again. It was more of a journey to drop stuff off. In each of our days we carry with us a ton of reasons to grab hold of more memories or to hold onto moments we still can't figure out. It adds up quickly and without a doubt it becomes an out of focused path because each story eventually grows into another and suddenly life feels more like an unedited book rather than the blink of an eye adventure it was meant to be and become. In this particular podcast of The Lyrics From Billy's Forest I openly admit how chasing dreams got the best of me. I honestly didn't know who my family was when I returned home because I've been so determined to be something in radio that it caused a disconnection between family and dreams. Sitting next to a lake I wrote about how God had a message for me to hold but he wasn't going to share it until I put down the writing instrument. How many of us do this? We are so consumed with how and why we need to grow that all things are set to the side including those that gifted us with the performance. I wrote about how this journey back to Montana wasn't to gather new memories but to dump a bunch of them off. It's almost as if God was saying, "Take all those experiences and leave them here. I need your open mind body and soul to serve me in other places and there can be no added weight." So I ask you about your dumping place. Where were you called to visit not to take in but to let go? How did you grow? Was it like waving goodbye or welcoming a new beginning? Being present in your now cannot be a string clinging to an old guitar that should've been tossed decades before. Or.... are you waiting for that moment to set yourself free but you can't get there because you're still discovering?