I have reached a certain age. The age in which I apparently am starting to notice obituaries. For anyone younger than 30, this sounds morbid. For anyone older than 40, this probably sounds relatable. Not that I am seeking out obits to read. I’m not to that stage in the game. Yet. But the final write ups or the summation of a person’s life that I do read I am starting to take note. Note number one is: I better start padding my obit.
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Changing the Narrative
We can’t always control the events in our life. Sometimes we are mere players. What we are told and reminded of is we can control our reaction to events. Easier said than done. It may feel at times that we are swept downstream in a fast moving river and our reactions are little more than instinct. If that is the case and our reaction comes before we have time to think maybe we have to revisit the situation and if possible change the story. It is our story, after all, we are in charge of the narrative. Sometimes we need to do a rewrite, an edit. We revisit the pain in order to find beauty. We change the narrative.
Continue readingI am a Supe-Supe-Superhero
Here I am, livin my life
This life – my life – is my story.
As the director I decide
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J’s Story
Have you ever been told something that you’re not quite sure if it’s true? Ever? Years later you still retell the story (because it is a good story) and there’s always an edge of doubt to your voice. You are always compelled to attach a disclaimer with the events just in case the audience won’t believe you. Then you can say, “Yeah, I don’t think it could happen either,” and not sound so gullible. It happens to me quite a bit.
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