What Brings You Life?

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what my next step will be.  I mentioned before that one of my New Year’s Resolutions–the most important one–is to make a change.  To do something.  It doesn’t matter what, really; if it’s a step toward fulfillment, then it’s worthwhile.

This, of course, begs the question: what brings fulfillment?  Or, as my friend Amelia recently put it in one of her posts, “What brings you life?”

What brings you life?

We’re not talking about interests, hobbies, or generally positive experiences.  We’re talking about what ignites that part of yourself that is most your “self.”

Stories bring me life.  Hearing stories, whether in a book, podcast, film, or from a stranger in line at Trader Joe’s.  Finding the words to tell stories myself.  I feel like the best, and simultaneously, the most basic version of myself when I am trying to write a story that captures what I’ve seen or how I feel.  I find truth in stories, I find humanity, and in them I find my own beliefs and build a context for myself; they help me to understand the world and determine my attitude towards it.

It is one of my personal missions, partly through this blog, to write stories.  Particularly, to write the small stories.  The couple who owns the dry cleaners down the street.  Odd imaginings of what really happens when one gets a splinter.  A coworker whose family was divided over possession of her Polly Pocket collection.   A lesson on humility from a favorite professor.  These are the stories that aren’t told enough, and are, perhaps because they’re so easily missed, the most important.

I want to tell stories.  What do you want to do?

What brings you life?


Badlands, Summer 2012.


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