We’re all ordinary until we tell our stories.
Just about everything about me is run-of-the-mill. Physically, I’m 5’4″ with mousy brown hair and a simple sense. I grew up with both my parents, my two sisters, my grandma, and a small and faithful procession of family dogs. My big sister is brilliant and my little sister is artsy. I’m in the middle, hoarding the family’s quota of common sense. I’ve known my husband since we were 18 and we have a five-year-old son. My husband works, I stay home, and we live in suburbia.
Anyone, when described in one paragraph, sounds ordinary. But our stories tell who we are. They’re what makes us interesting, different, funny. The same. Stories connect us to others, in ways we recognize and ways we don’t.