2017 Day-By-Day

Day 309

I’ve been thinking a lot about Friday night and what exactly has made me so excited about storytelling. I’ve been writing stories my whole life; I have notebooks filled with fiction stories and even more digital files of memoir/essay pieces. For a really long time, I didn’t let anyone read what I wrote unless I was completely comfortable with them.

But now? Now I’m eager to share my stories, even in their half-finished states. At the writing workshops I’ve been to, I’ve often been told that my story is pretty unique and something that isn’t exactly found easily in the world of memoirs. I don’t know how true this is, but I definitely want to write more seriously and share with the world.

I just can’t get over how comfortable I was on stage. I can tell you (and my fellow storytellers can corroborate this) that I was really nervous, cursing as usual, fretting over my perceived lack of practice, and worried I would be tripping over the words, especially the Hebrew blessings. But as soon as I stepped on stage, I was fine. That’s so weird to me, because it’s such a stark contrast to how I was when I was younger.

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