Yesterday, I met with a storytelling partner for an upcoming performance we have together in October. I wasn't sure what stories I would tell. Would I create new ones? Rely on already created ones. Take bits I have and weave them together? Through conversation and laughter, I found the stories or the stories found me. Autobiographical stories are like that sometimes. Someone mentions something they did as a kid, in university, or at work, and a story kernel starts to sprout. I'm always amazed how many new stories are in me and just need the right words to bring them forward.
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