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Everything is a Story

I was walking through a large gas station the other day..

Everything is a Story

September 18, 2010 | I was walking through a large gas station the other day (I think it is more accurately called a convenience mart) and heard a soulful, Ray Charles song. It stopped me in my tracks. There’s something that grips your heart when you hear someone literally pouring out their passion.

That kind of thing grips me and almost brings tears to my eye. Alright, it actually does. When I think about it, everything is a story. Every song is a story that someone is singing, every movie is a story that many people are acting, even your life is a story that you are carrying out. I recently told a child that their current situation, frustration and the entire problem that they were dealing with was a story they were writing! They are not married, they don’t have debt to speak of, there’s no job that they have to stay with. From my vantage point, it is so easy to see that they have incredible liberty to simply re-write their story. Just stop and think. Are we as more ‘mature’ adults any different? Why do we continue in a story scene that makes us unhappy, as though we don’t have the freedom to change it? I don’t mean to say that being married and having children is bondage. It’s just easier to see the amount of freedom children having without needing to provide for others. Are we so unlike the massive elephants that are tied with tiny ropes? They can snap those in a moment, but are convinced otherwise. If it is possible for us to change our story, the current or future scenes of our lives, then we actually responsible for the stories we are living.

My Dad’s Bedtime Stories is intended to be the living embodiment of more than just the stories I tell my children. I am attempting to re-write my story with this blog and each little step I take in the fulfillment of the dream. I hope to inspire you as well to take hold of your story and figure out where you want it to go. Sweet Dreams,

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