What makes a good story? Interesting questions isn’t it? In my opinion it ranks right up there with what is good art or what is a beautiful home. Questions without answers – or rather questions with way too many answers. None of the answers wrong and none of them necessarily right.
Just questions to think about (or not) depending on your philosophical bent or lack thereof.
I think a good story is one that someone can relate to. It doesn’t have to find a huge following. A one person audience can be enough. I think I’ll go so far as to say that a good story doesn’t necessarily need to find an audience at all. It may just be a story that needs to be told.
I’m often at a loss to explain why I am writing here on this blog. To an audience of people I know and even more that I will never actually meet. Some good people and probably more than a few not so nice people. Why write at all? Why risk? What’s the point?
I have a story. We all do. I’m sure that there are people out there with far more writing skill and most definitely more interesting stories to tell. I’ve never really travelled extensively. I don’t have a glamorous job. I’m not rich or beautiful or profoundly intelligent. I’d say that I’m solidly average. But, most of us are.
In my quest to live a more intentional life – a life of thoughtful choices – I’ve learned (am learning) to question the wisdom of following the stories of those who appear to be “better” than me. Those whose life appears to be “more”. Celebrities who are famous for absolutely nothing that has made the world a better place. People who talk a lot and really have nothing significant to say. Damaging stories that make us want more and better – homes, clothes, cars, detergent, hair, personalities, relationships….
I tell my story.
A story of a 54 year old woman who struggles with her weight. Who can’t eat one Little Debbie snack cake and leave the rest in the box. Who has been known to eat frosting from a can. Who buys healthy food, but doesn’t always make good choices. Who lost a lot of weight, but only because I had a major health crisis to motivate me.
I’m a wife who loves her husband and a mom who loves her children – but I have been known to yell way more than I should have over things that weren’t worth yelling about. I worry about the things I’ve done wrong and sometimes wonder if I’ve done anything right.
I’m a homemaker that doesn’t always do a very good job of keeping house. I have hoarding tendencies that I deal with all the time. I “pile” things and worry more about what the inside of the cabinets look like than the whole house. I bounce between wanting to get rid of everything and thinking I can pull off a “cozy and cluttered” ambiance. Sometimes the laundry is done and sometimes we are scrambling for clean underwear.
I worry about the environment and try to recycle. We don’t have curbside so sometimes it just gets thrown away. I read a blog about a zero-waste home and wonder what I’m doing wrong. The best I can do Is shred our junk-mail and use it as chicken coop bedding. Other than that, it’s rather hit-or-miss.
I wonder what I should be doing to make the world a better place. Most of the time, I don’t even know how to make my own home a better place.
This story could go on and on.
Mostly, I worry about being enough. About doing enough. About caring enough. About whether it will matter if I spent time on this planet or not.
Is it enough to try? And fail. To be average.
I’m going to say yes. It matters. It has to. It’s all most of us ordinary folks have. We try. We fail. We try again.
We tell our stories so we know we aren’t alone.
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Hope and community….both beautiful things that make life in a fallen world worthwhile, yes?