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31 Days: Story for Five Minute Friday


I'll be honest, I'm often not happy with my story. I've been known to hide from people in stores to avoid telling my story. "No I'm not married, no I don't have kids." And now I'm old enough to say, "No, I don't have any grandkids." Just this evening, I had dinner with a college friend and she asked me if I was dating and I regretted not having a significant other to tell her about.

My story doesn't live up to the expectations I had. I thought I'd still be married, I thought I have kids who would be old enough to be looking at colleges by now.

The one thing I need to keep reminding myself is - there is nothing wrong with my story. Sure it isn't the page turner I'd hoped it would be but there's nothing wrong with it. I have been to Europe, to places I've dreamed about forever. I have gone into a conference where I didn't know anyone and come out with friends. I still have both my parents, and at 55, there are not a lot of my friends that can say that.

Maybe it is time for me to throw out my story and just live. Live in today. Proudly walk up to those people in the store and I tell them that I have a very fulfilling life without having the boxes checked that people think should be checked.

Because here is the most important thing - my story isn't finished yet. And I really think that if I'd quit worrying so much about the version I had written in my head, I could see the wonderful one God has planned for me. The story He has written for me is so much more than I could have ever imagined for myself. That is the story I need to concentrate on.

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  1. I know just what you mean about not living up to the story in your head that people always question you about. I am 51 and still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. (Besides retired.)

    Maybe instead of hiding from the would-be questioners, you need to beat them to the punch and shine the light on their story instead. Let them get a warm fuzzy from being able to share their life with you, then maybe they will need to leave before getting around to what is or isn't going on in your life. You could start with, "Tell me about the happiest moment of your life." Who knows, they might be hiding from you next time!

    Thanks for sharing. FMF #75

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    1. That is a really good idea Karen! Thank you for your comment - I appreciate it!

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