“What is the story you are telling?” I wrote that in my “blog book” a few weeks ago. Can’t remember where I heard it or what prompted me to write it, but it is a good place to start. I am at an age where I have told my story a number of times, in a number of places, to a number of people. My story has become more and more consistent as I have worked hard to define what is important to me and what I believe deeply. “Worked hard at” means faced fears, listened to criticism, changed behaviors, stood my ground, moved, cried, laughed, stayed, left. I determined long ago that I would live my life with intention rather than letting my life live me. And that has taken work.
I determined long ago that I would live my life with intention rather than letting my life live me.
The most important people in my story are my husband and my kids… though none are “kids” any longer. And I don’t think of any of them as “kids” at all now, but as adults to be admired and valued and respected, each in their own right. Their lives, intertwined with mine, are the fabric I wear now. It surprises me, because “family cohesiveness” has never been a stated goal for me. The theme of my story is responsibility and choices–and personal discovery so that my choices are intentional and so that I am responsibly being the very best human being possible. My modus operandi? Grace and truth, always finding the balance.
What story are you telling?
We are all telling a story. To tell it with purpose and with as little regret as possible is a worthy goal. That isn’t easy… but it is worth the effort… continually.