but I don’t know what MY story is. I don’t know what defines me. This has been bothering me a lot, lately. Is it a story that describes my relationship with my mom? Something that’s purely personal that reveals something about who I am? Something about what I want for the future? Something funny or something sad? An anecdote or a live-changing event? I’m not sure what’s really important and what’s cliche. What I remember just because it’s something one would remember, or something I remember because it means something. Something I believe in or something… that I see in human life?
Is it important that a story mean something to be a good story? Why do I care so much that a story I tell be something that’s part of me? Why can’t it just be one story that I happen to tell?
