As you have probably guessed, rewriting stories is something I’m a big fan of. I started off my young adulthood with a story about how no one loved or supported me, which led me into some pretty bizarre convolutions as I sought out that love and approval. I’ve tried on a bunch of more helpful stories since then. Here’s the one I’m using now, partially courtesy of Martha Beck, and with tremendous gratitude for the help of my teachers over the years:
My great-grandmother taught me that my work is to tie things together. Because this is my destiny, the creation of connections, the re-telling of stories, I have been given the opportunity to re-create myself, again and again. With each creation, I come to know more deeply the process of becoming, the imperfections that are part of being alive, and the fluctuating, shimmering, mysterious, glorious being that each of us is.