Oct. 10, 2017

The New Tuscan Hill, Part 4: Rebirth

And just like that, we realized it.

We had put so many plans together for other people to carry the torch forward, so many possibilities--never-ending, ever-expanding--possibilities.

We could see so many ways, so many avenues for others to achieve success at Tuscan Hill.

After all of our preparing and seeking, and failure after failure of trying to make it work with so many candidates who crossed our path, it was with fire I realized that the answer wasn’t missing because we hadn’t done enough; the answer was missing because we had become enough.

We had rebirthed ourselves into the people who should take on our vision.

We were them.

We were the very people we were searching for.

We were the very people to carry the passion onward and the legacy further.

But this time, it wouldn’t just be my mom, or just the two of us.

This time, we would spread the passion around, give many people opportunities to walk beside us, to breathe life on it again, together.

Some things must be reborn.

And the phoenix comes back.

And the ashes simply signaled rebirth and not failure.

Rebirth and not a goodbye.

Rebirth and a hello.

Rebirth to a new kind of Tuscan Hill.  

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