Musing My Past Tall Tales

So, I've noticed that as I've gotten older, when I tell stories about things that I've done in the past they don't seem real anymore. It seems like I'm doing just that--telling stories. Not like I could have possibly done that at all, really. In fact, they seem like TALL tales, even! I mean really, I rollerbladed up and down the hill on NAU's campus in the middle of the night listening to the song OPP? does that even make sense? Who rollerblades in Flagstaff? or that my friend and I used to just head down the mountain to Grasshopper Point and tube and there would be NO ONE around at all. I miss the days of no one around. When you could actually be on the freeway by yourself. How about the fact that I've gotten recruited for a job and just packed and left--TWICE. Once in 99 from AZ to WA and the other from AZ to OH. Packed and left by myself. Crazy, right? See what I mean, who does that?

Anyway, I digress, my point is that even when I tell these stories I don't believe that they were something that I did, they're just stories now. If I didn't have pictures I wouldn't really even think that I'd done it. Well, except the fact that I still live in OH so that one must be true and my what a story that is!!

So, if our mind starts to turn our stories into just that, then what do we have left? What is my life now? I won't have time to turn it into a tale myself and honestly, I've started forgetting all of the things that I've done--so what if I just make myself what I want to be? That's right, I said it, what if I want to be an author? How do I know that I wasn't one already? what if I wake up tomorrow and just tell myself that I'm a writer and just sit down and write. I was raised to believe that I could do anything that I wanted, anyway, so why not just do that? Remake myself each day to be what I want to be from what I dreamed of being at different times in my life. Afterall, if I remember correctly, I've taken numerous art classes, at least a half dozen English classes, and even some programming. So, maybe tomorrow, I'm an author until I decide that I'm not. That is my new story and I can make it be whatever I want to because I just don't remember that its not the way it is--in fact, it is my story starting now.