I removed my toenail polish yesterday morning.
I know, that’s not much of a story, but you need to understand. My morning ritual for the past 3 months has been as follows:
- wake up
- get in the shower
- look down at my feet
- promise myself to remove chipped toenail polish later that day
I finally did it. Perhaps a first step towards better self-care.
In very much the same way, I started this story-telling journey. After college, people would often ask me if I was still writing (read: “Do you ever plan on using that expensive degree?”) The answer, for awhile, was “no, not at the moment.” It wasn’t so much the social implication of my answer that bothered me. I could have changed my mind about what I wanted to do with my life, and that would have been alright with me, because I got more value out of my college experience than can be held in a certificate stating my degree. But the problem was that I had never changed my mind. I still really wanted to be writing, I had just become too busy. And that “no, not at the moment,” became like the chipping paint I hid under my shoes, a part of myself that I was failing to take care of, promising to do it later.
And then one day this past April, I hit “publish” on a promise to tell one story a week for a year. I had no idea where it was going to take me. The house wasn’t clean and I really didn’t have the time or any story ideas. It was a promise to about 6 faithful readers (4 of which were related to me), but it was a promise made, nonetheless, and I have tried my best to keep it (please forgive the week I shirked my duties to have a baby).
And now, though I by no means have a huge following, I’ve been assured by you lovely readers that at least some people out there are getting value out of what I have to say. And while I’d do this either way, it’s nice to know that someone is reading that isn’t related to or married to me.
I branched out a little with this post last week, and although it was a lot more work than my typical ramblings, I thoroughly enjoyed the process. So I want to do more along the lines of telling other people’s stories. I want to tell your story. I want to get to know my little community here. I’m a little tired of talking about myself and putting you through sentences like the first one in this post.
So, here is the plan. This will only work with enough participation. I need your help. We’re going to take this one week at a time, since I have NO IDEA where this will take me.
I will give you a theme, and a chance to pitch me a story in a few sentences, something true that has happened to you. I will select one story by December 28th. I will interview the winner, get more details on the story, and feature that story in my own words on my blog on January 4th. You don’t need to be a writer, you just need to have a story… and everyone has a story. The winner will also receive a free month of audiobooks.com membership ON TOP of the free trial that new members receive if you’ve never signed up with audiobooks.com. I’ll also be happy to link up to your blog if you have one and I think that my readers will find value in it.
Here is the theme: Taking steps.
Take a step, breathe in the world, give it out again in story, poem, song, art.
― Jane Yolen
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