There’s always a story longing to be told.

A 90 second story took me hours to create. 

I knew the story was there. 

I sensed it. 

It was like a scene from a book I had not touched or seen in over a decade. 

But I knew that if I happened to come across that book at a used book store or library display table, I would recognize it instantly, and the scene would so vividly surface. 

And eventually it did. 

Not completely, but enough to get the draft out to my co-creator. 

My intention as a storyteller is to honor the stories co-creators long to tell. 

Sometimes, my intention is momentarily blocked by self-doubt. 

Other times, the story is just not quite ready to be seen. 

Either way, there’s frustration and deep gratitude for both.

Part of me still believes self-doubt comes a’knocking because I’m scared to be found out. 

Scared that my cover will be blown. 

That I’m not the storyteller I claim to be. 

But then I realize I AM the storyteller choosing to tell that story (again)

***Woah is correct (very meta of me)***

Once I realize I have a choice in what story I tell, I get to choose differently.

Here’s where gratitude pops its head out from behind self-doubt.

When gratitude finally makes itself known, I'm released.

It means I’ve reached the peak, it’s all downhill from here kinda thing. 

My attention is no longer completely overwhelmed by the difficulty of the climb.

Nope, now I get to enjoy the ease and wonder of the journey. 

My curiosity takes the front seat. 

Experiencing the awe of the story unfolding in front of me. 

There’s ease in remembering that there’s always a story longing to be told. 

My co-creators and I get to choose what story to tell.