I know, for me, when I go to a storytelling event and throw my name in the hat to tell a story, until I get to go, I’m not really, completely listening to anyone else. I’m just waiting, practicing my story, rearranging the bullet points inside my head.
There are some pairings in this life that just don’t make sense. Even Bailey’s son, Max, said to me one day, “I just don’t get you two. I do not understand this relationship.” I’m not sure I could have described it until now.
there are a lot of stories of scarcity going around right now. When I hear the word, scarcity, it always makes me think of its sister word, scary.
But what happens if my job is only successful if I learn how to really F.A.A.F.O.? What I’m learning is…I don’t think I get any better at my storytelling, especially if I’m going to make a whole full-length show, if I can’t learn to play–really play, like I’m a little kid again–and let some things fail.
It’s kind of like that joke about the the two young fish that run into the old fish, and the old fish says, Hey, boys, how’s the water? And the young fish say, What’s water? Storytelling was the water that was all around me.