A Yankee

A random comment: I'm a Yankee..

All the photos in this post were taken in Rockport, MA in September 2015.

All the photos in this post were taken in Rockport, MA in September 2015.

I was born in Massachusetts and grew up there and in Maine. I come from hardworking people. My cousin lives in the same house where our dads were born and where their father was born and even his father before him.
I never thought about being a "Yankee" until I moved to Oklahoma.

One day someone told my husband and me that certain people didn't like us. Why, I asked. His answer...
Because you are Yankees.
I laughed.
He didn't. 

The other day I put a quote up from the book, First Frost by Sarah Addison Allen, 

"She couldn't change who she was and she no longer wanted to, even if she could. She knew that who you are is a stone set deep inside you. You can spend all your life trying to dig that stone out or you can build around it. Your choice." 

I continue to think about this...
Who you are is a stone set deep inside of you.
You can spend all your life trying to dig that stone out
or
You can build around it, build upon it. 

That stone is our foundation. A cornerstone. It is who we are

Sure, we can improve ourselves, establish good habits, make changes...

But we aren't changing WHO we are. 

I haven't lived in New England for about 27 years, but I am still a Yankee. That stone is set.
I've built around it, built upon it. To some I don't seem like I'm a Yankee. They can't see that cornerstone, but it is there. 

I am grateful for the stone of who I am... 

That stone holds so much...

It is a gift: priceless and unique. 

What do you see your stone as? 
Have you wanted to dig it out? 
Are you happy with it?
Do you think we can change the stone of who we are?