I Don't Have a Story to Tell You
I have a story to tell you,
I spent all day yesterday, literally all-day, (BTW - sorry for being a day late on the blog) on-site for a video shoot of a new project we are working on. I can’t share all of the detail just yet, but it is a very cool project that should generate an enormous amount of incredible stories and art. While on site a group of us starting talking about the power of story. I have had this conversation about 100 times now. It’s a great conversation because almost every time I come to one giant cross road. I know I am there when I hear this, “I don’t have a story”.
I spend a great deal of time with this sentence. We all have a story. Everyone. I promise you. And I can promise you the world needs to hear it. Maybe your story is about the impact another person’s story had on you. Maybe your story is about inspirational grandparents. Maybe your story is your degree. Maybe it is your decision to not get a degree. Your story could be about your first job - that you hated. Or maybe about the one you loved and spent 40 years at. I promise you, you have a story. I can promise you that you have hundreds of stories.
My current thinking is that “I don’t have a story.” really means:
I am not comfortable sharing a story that will make me vulnerable
I think that a story has to be glamorous, and my life isn’t glamorous
I am not inspired to share it with you
Oh how I hope to fix these things. I wish I could show the world how much I have learned from the homeless man crossing the street one day in high school. Maybe about the Mormon girl who sat next to me on an airplane 10 years ago. I wish I could share the story of overcoming high school to be triumphant in college. I wish I could share with them the hundreds of hikes I have taken. The incredible vistas I have seen. The beautiful flowers, the fall leaves, waves, piers, coffee on early Spring mornings, all of these things represent major things in my life. They all mean something because of the story that was shared with me by someone who likely felt they didn’t have a story. In all honesty, I may not even remember the story, but I can clearly remember how they made me feel - and that is the real essence of story. I feel fortunate I get to surround that feeling with words.
All this to be said, my regular prayer is that I can find a way to capture the world’s stories in the fantastic color I see them and share them with you. And as a result, you, too, will find amazing fortune in sharing your stories with others.
Here's to great stories,