Memory is an abstraction. It holds our entire history, but how much of that is our "real" story? And what stories do we tell ourselves about this story? Which stories do we own and which ones own us? And how do we break free of those that don't serve our greatest good? What is the color, shape and perimeter of the space we take up inside our heads in navigating all that has made us who we are? How often does that vision/visual shift?