I go to Improv class and afterwards we get coffee, to talk about Improv and our hopes and dreams (naturally). We don't put it like that though, but we talk about things like acting and writing, the things that naturally spill over into conversation when you get people together who have had to make fools of themselves for six weeks and so the need to celebrate surviving that goes without saying.
It wasn't that bad, we decide. It's hard, we conclude. It's fun and helps us look toward the things we're interested in doing. Like acting. For them, not me. They tried to get me to join a talent agency. I told them "no" because I am getting good at saying no. And they laughed.
I told them I'm a writer.
I think we concluded from the meeting that we all have a lot of dreams, some of which include becoming a professional actor.
Some of us are just fine without that dream.
I've met people who think I love entertaining, the spotlight. I actually don't.
I love stories.
Sometimes there are undercover reasons for doing what we do. I love stories and people and seeing where life intersects with faith.
That's what spurs me on as a writer.
But stories are not just for writers.
Stories are for people and they can remind us who we are.
It just so happens I am a writer and my story reminds me of that.
It takes some people a year to write a book, it's taken me a lifetime.
It's taken me my whole life to unravel my own story -- and it's still unraveling. It's taken letting go of expectation and seeing what's behind people and places to learn that the best stories come from a million different voices telling tales of love and friendship and heartache and fragileness.
I ask one of my new Improv friends about his journey living in Columbia. As he describes it, one of the others interrupts and shouts, "She's writing her book right now! I can see it."
I don't realize I do this, I write my book as I go about my day.
It's not just for writers to tell their stories.
But a writer has a unique job. I gather up stories and embrace them like a favorite present. Stories are a lasting gift. Not just a fad people enjoy talking about in writing circles now.
Words can be bridge builders, if we let them. Our lives can point back to hope, if we find it.
Linking with Lisa-Jo for five minute friday