The only stories that count are the ones we pay for.
The ones we suffer through, burn calories for, lose everything from, change everything with and stop lying to ourselves because.
Without that expenditure, without that investment of emotional labor, the story doesn’t truly belong to us. It may be superimposed upon our memory, but it will never be scored upon our heart.
But when we get it right, when we courageously take ownership of our experience; those stories demand to see the light of day. To be given voice to. And to find a home in the hearts of those who would dare to listen.
All we have to do is grab a microphone.
Because if we don’t share it – it never happened.