This weekend was rainy. It was one of those early-winter days in the UK where the skies are a deep unending grey. The air was moist with what the English call ‘mizzle’; a misting rain that soaks you to the bone in a matter of minutes. Just as I was about to enter into another English habit of moaning about the weather, my eye caught a picture stuck to our fridge. It was an image of a six-year-old me and my two younger sisters, sat at our Grandparent’s table on a sundrenched Colorado summer day. The picture had been taken a three months before we had moved to England.
This has been a Tough Bliss year for me. Perhaps it was always going to be, having released a book by that very title this January! I have often reflected that perhaps I should be more careful of what I wish for. Yet these tough times always pass and often lead through to new epiphanies, relationships, opportunities and grace if we have the courage to ride their waves.
I regularly find myself talking to people about the difference between story-telling and story-making. Here is my take. The former is an inherently human activity that helps us derive meaning of the world and our place in it. The latter is how we actually transform our inner and outer circumstances. Story-making is where the rubber hits the road and we are asked to walk our talk, in order to manifest new possibilities and opportunities. This only happens we commit and say ‘yes’ to new life experiences.