Living a Good Story (Repost)

How often do we say we want to do something and never do it?

How often does opportunity come along for us to do something awesome and we come up with reasons not to do it?

One of my favorite books is by Donald Miller. It’s called A Million Miles in a Thousand Years. (If you want to know what it’s about, I suggest you read it!). Anyway, there’s a line in the book that says “live a good story”. I don’t remember what page, but those four words made a difference for me. I’ve sucked at it lately, but I’m making that transition again into living a good story. I come up with too many excuses and I’m simply left with another boring day in the books. What really comes of playing small? What really comes of always playing it safe?

I want to do more. Not just for myself and by myself, but with my husband and daughter and family and friends. The only person who really says we cannot do something is ourselves. I’m my biggest obstacle and I’m learning to simply get out of my way. If I want to do something, I need to figure out a way to get it done. I can’t write about experiences if I don’t have any.

It’s time to stop being boring and start having fun again.

It’s time to add some exciting chapters to the story of my life.

 

A Story to Tell

Every person has a story worth being told. At least I think so. I often wish that I could tell every story in the world, but that is not a realistic possibility. However, it does not stop me from making up a couple of stories a day. One day I will write a story about a person’s life that will change the world. That is my ultimate dream.

I don’t remember what started my fascination with writing, but for as long as I have wanted to write about people. I would like to be a biographer, but in my own kind of way. I started with my mom’s parents and then my dad’s parents. And boy oh boy, they had some interesting stories. Those interviews took place over ten years ago and I’m glad I started with them because all of them have since passed. Both of my grandmothers kept diaries and I inherited those. I did multiple follow up interviews with all of them as well. My grandparents led very interesting lives and thankfully I got their written permission to share their stories with the world whenever I felt it was time for them to be shared.

After getting my grandparents’ stories, I moved onto my parents. It was awkward at first because I really wasn’t sure what to expect. But it wasn’t bad at all. If anything, it brought me a newfound appreciation for my parents. They still aren’t as cool as all of my grandparents, but I definitely respect them a hell of a lot more than I did before.

And that is where I stopped interviewing people. I have a long list of people who I feel are worth interviewing, but I keep coming back the my grandparents and their stories. It feels like something is there. I can’t exactly put my finger on it, but I do know that right in front of me is a very good story waiting to be told. No, scratch that, in front of me are multiple stories waiting to be told!

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