What’s your story?
Never an easy question to answer.
Often, we take a moment to assess who’s asking the question.
How much truth can this person handle?
We choose a version of events that aligns with the given circumstance, more often than not, a shallow rendition, lacking the depth that a real response would require. Holding onto our stories, the narratives that build into the selves we hide in plain sight, until we find a moment that is worthy of our precious disclosure.
Is a gift.
Our individual stories are ours to share, and ours to withhold.
Each personal story, powerful.
The roles we play in our stories change and evolve as we become, as we push through, as we war on, with life.
The roles we play in our stories bloom and take shape as we ignite, as we reach new heights, and as we reclaim ourselves again, and again, throughout life.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever claimed or reclaimed myself in my story. I’ve just sort of trudged along through a series of fortunate and unfortunate events, like the rest of us.
We are the authors of our stories.
The stories we tell ourselves and the stories we shar