The stories we tell

storytellingBearing in mind, I can tell you right now, categorically without a shadow of a doubt, who you actually are is beautiful. Awesome beyond measure. A woman o' total and utter freakin' wonder, who do you think you are? I write books and call myself an author, but just so you know, we are all storytellers. Storytelling is how we make sense of ourselves. We tell stories to ourselves and to the people around us every single day. It’s our narrative. As we experience life, we ‘tell’ it. We share almost every event that happens to us, whether it’s as an anecdote or complaint, an amusing over-dinner story or whether it’s told purposefully and with interpretation in a blog post, or the pages of a book.   What we tell is totally subjective, we choose the words, the tone, and the attitude.   So by choosing our narrative, we define the experience. In fact, our entire reality is defined by the stories we choose to tell and damn g-friend, at times, we tell ourselves some fucked up shit. Worse still, we believe that fucked up shit. And then we get stuck. Stuck in a story that doesn’t serve us. Maybe we perpetuate an inherited story. The one our mother learned from her mother and then passed to us. The women in our family have never earned their own money. Perhaps it’s something that was implied when we were a child. Your sister is the smart one. Or, and this is my personal favourite, maybe it’s been ingrained in us throughout our entire life. Writing isn't a secure job, become a teacher. Or perhaps it’s a limiting belief we’ve imposed on ourselves that holds us back from achieving our dreams. I’m no good at this; I’m not as brave as she is, I could never do that. Regardless of the actual truth in the stories, if we tell them often enough, eventually they become our reality. And that? Well that sucks. Big ones.

Tweet: When we share our stories, we create space for our truth to be revealed.

Remember those stories you read as a kid where you could choose the ending? Our lives can be like that, too. We can’t control everything that happens in our lives, but we can chose how we respond and react to them. Shit can and will happen. But as long as we live and breathe in these bodies, it's never too late to redraft our narratives. Celebrated chef, Julia Child, didn’t learn to cook until she was 40 and was nearly 50 when her first cookbook was published. Laura Ingalls Wilder got her first book published when she was 65. These women modified their stories. You can too. Pick up an inky red pen and write a narrative that includes who you really are and not who you think you are. Forget sugar-y sweet Spice Girl Girl Power, I’m interested in the juicy, real deep SHE Power, so write the truth, your dripping-in-blood-and-realness truth. I dare you.

What stories are you telling yourself that no longer serve you? What’s your truth? I would love for you to share them with me  in the comments below - share and declare.


FYI: If this has inspired you to delve deeper into your own stories and to create space for your own truth to be revealed, I would love to invite you to join me this April for SHE Stories: a write-your-freakin'-heart-out, story sharing and truth telling circle o' ladykind launching in April 2014. Sign up below for SHE Stories priority mail - you'll receive all the deets as soon as they're released and a sneaky I-signed-up-first discount, because I'm good like that.

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