III.
I started this book by telling you to start. Well actually I was convincing myself to start…to create.
Can’t start unless you start. Ride the wave. Cowboy up. That was me trying to figure out how to move through life with some swagger and intention. Writing to myself out loud, hoping it landed for someone else too.
Then I slowed down. Bought a house. Built a museum. Watched my son take his first steps. And somewhere in the slowing down, I realized I had been running from something for a long time.
So we went back. Part II was where I kept the receipts…the raw journal entries, the hockey years, the floor of my living room at 25 asking my mom what to do next. The grief I never fully let myself feel because there was always another wave to catch.
Now we come out the other side.
This part is short. One final letter. I don’t need much space because I think by now you know me well enough. You’ve been in my museum. You’ve met Beau. My wife. My family…You know about my dad.
What I didn’t tell you, what I maybe couldn’t tell you until now, is that I spent a long time turning Peter Moles into something larger than a man. A god. A star to follow. A reason to prove something to the universe.
Part III is about letting him come down from all that.
Not because I love him less. Because I think he’d prefer it.
But more than that my friends, it’s about what I found when I finally stopped looking up.
Turns out it was me.
-Molesy
*You will see the final letter in your inbox tomorrow. I will be sharing details for the book release in the coming week.*