Bestseller or Bargain Bin: The Stories We Tell About Ourselves
I’m a storyteller. I tell stories. Recently, however, I’ve been thinking about a different type of tale; the one I’m telling myself daily about me and my life. This got me to thinking. Am I in a comedy or a tragedy; a fairy tale or a mystery? And like my fiction writing, do I have some semblance of control over setting, plot, characterization, pacing, and theme?
First of all, let’s meet the protagonist of my story: me. After the required number of years of self-doubt I’m finally coming into myself and have discovered that I’m a pretty great character. I’m compassionate and caring. I’m fiercely loyal. I’m an avid listener. While a bit of a loner, I do shower every so often and leave my apartment to forage for food. I try to pay attention to the universe, and when attacked by a red-winged blackbird I try to figure out what it’s trying to tell me. I can be selfish when it comes to living my best life and I’ve learned to say no – to disappoint others in an effort to be true to myself. I’m a girl who will leave her home and her family to move three thousand miles away when I feel the nudge from my Creator. I hate broccoli. I enjoyed diving out of a plane. Read more
