In order to know my story I have to listen to my life. Just thinking about that seems scary. Why? Because listening to my life means slowing down and pausing and paying attention. It means not filling up quiet moments with music or television or podcasts. It means sitting and being still and acknowledging the thoughts that pop into my brain. Odds are, some of those thoughts are going to be uncomfortable. Odds are, some of those thoughts are going to make me mad or sad. Odds are, some of those thoughts are going to be about things I’m avoiding.
But it’s all okay because it’s all part of my story. And if I want to understand my story, if I want to claim my story and shape how it develops, then I have to pay attention to my life.
Here are some thoughts on the story of my life right now:
I am an imperfect person but I’m exactly who I am meant to be.
I have made huge strides in understanding how the things that happened to me as a child have impacted my life as a grown up. I recognize that those experiences have shaped me into the person I am and that sharing those stories with others is powerful because my story has the potential to change someone else’s story.
I want to find a way to help women understand their stories and then tell those stories to make their lives better. I’m working on what I think this looks like and how I can implement it and it’s at the top of my list for 2020.
I have the support of a loving husband in everything I do. I have caring friends who want to spend time with me. I have children and grandchildren who bring joy to my story every day.
I will keep working and growing and evolving because my story is not finished.