My story
I think I got the idea of storytelling all wrong. 😀 I thought it meant that I should be telling stories – fiction, really. Fiction with points to be made, for sure, but fiction, nonetheless. I also thought I were to write these stories. But I’ve only just realized that the story I am already telling, is the story about myself.
I am beginning to see it now, though.
I am beginning to understand that being true to myself is just being ME. With my bad mood in the mornings. With my intelligence. With the way I look. With how I am. With my beliefs and ideals. With the love that I have for those close to me.
And that’s the story I should tell.
So I think I need to find a new way to present myself, mainly through how I speak about myself, and what/how I write about myself.
I am also learning that loving oneself does not only mean to actually love – it also means caring for oneself. And while I’ve gotten better at caring for and about myself (especially considering where I started – not knowing how to), I think I’m going to start treating myself as my greatest treasure.
Seriously, this is so bloody cool. I think this is the first thing that’s untangling from the chaos presently residing in my head after all the treatments after the tumour in my boob. It’s quite a mess in my head, with all the things I’ve learned trying to re-arrange themselves into some kind of order. I’m not 100% aware of everything yet, so this is super interesting. ♥
The best part, I think, is that I don’t necessarily have to change the story about myself. Just how I present the one I’m already telling.
Oh, I love it when I finally understand. I must be so slow 😀 because this whole storytelling idea was given to me – at least a year ago. And not until now, I understand it better.
Keep them coming, baby. Keep them coming. I am so looking forward to what all these new understandings will do to my ability to actually live.