Confession: I entered a contest. Oh, I did. And, truth be told, I really want to win. It isn't a half-hearted attempt to join a throng. Nope, it's an all-out, fingers crossed, "pleasepleasepleaseplease let me win" kind of thing.
But in contests, as in life, there's always a catch. The hitch in this particular instance is twofold. First, I need to convince (bribe? cajole? trick?) as many people as possible into voting for me. Big enough task, right? But then comes hitch # 2: I was told to tell my story.
My story? Really?
This seems to dictate some type of tear-jerking, heartstring-pulling autobiography.
So I have to admit: I'm nothing special. (Now, before you fall all over yourselves to contradict, I assure you I'm okay with it.) Because I don't have to look far to see others with their own stories to tell. Their own heartstrings to pull. And even on my hardest days there's nothing much to separate me from them (you?).
Sure, I could dedicate a whole paragraph to the various substances that have been spilled on my carpet. I could write a chapter on the nuances of raising a 7 year-old. I could disclose my weaknesses or divulge my embarrassments. I could chronicle my many failures and accomplishments, my heartaches and joys. I could. But I know, as do you, that you'd all be nodding in understanding.
Because we've all been there.
In this great big world we all have a story to tell. And while those stories make us who we are individually, they also make us part of something. Something much better than being an individual. It makes us part of a family. And, in my book, being part of this human family is about the best thing I can imagine.
So maybe, just maybe....that's my story.
Post Edit: While I stand on what I said...a good friend reminded me that even in the midst of a normal life there are stories worth sharing. But not today. I'm afraid the normalcy of my life is taking up more than it's fair share of minutes today. So, as a peace offering to Emily, I'll be offering up one of those worthy moments in my life. Soon.
9 comments:
I voted for you. I hope you win. And then I hope you come to my house and take pictures of my kids.
You share your "normal" stories every day on your blog and I love reading them. You certainly have a way with words. And pictures. I hope you win. Did I already say that?
Good luck.
i voted for you sis.
Maybe you could tell a story about how awesome your older brother is.
Sounds like a great story to me! BTW, you didn't tell us where to vote, and what the contest IS!
Hmm. So that nice little blue lettered word "contest" should have tipped me off. Yeah. I'm a little slow that way. I really don't know how I made it through college.
BTW, I should've voted for myself seeing there is a person listed with my maiden name on there (Tara Taylor). LOL
My vote for the fabulous Amy Jones is cast! Good luck!
I voted. Do I get a button or something?
A sticker. I'll bring it over. :)
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