What’s the story?
A couple of years ago when I moved up here (Seattle) one of my new friends asked me “So what’s your story?” and I thought, yeesh. That is way too hard to explain. How could I possibly even begin to tell all of these new people what the story is? But now, after a little time, I realize that my story is really not that complicated or unusual. It’s certainly not static.
It’s a huge leap of faith for us to share our stories. It’s a leap of faith to say, I trust you at some level. I know you have experienced glee and peace, that you’ve probably endured some serious shit and that regardless of the particulars, we have a degree of commonality which allows us to extend our hands to one another and offer strength and respect.
So there you go. That’s the story. And here’s another one: Today I woke up feeling a little lost. It’s grey out. I’m going to try to get a little momentum by getting on my bike anyway and cleaning the shit out of my house. I’m waiting for myself to summon up the energy to get really DIY in this miasma of an economy and to dream up some project that is not related to the next new external accomplishment. Wish me some fucking luck.
