Storytelling is truly an art. It is the ability express elaborate details while keeping your audience captivated. Years before I discovered the rooms of Alanon, I loved being in the “know”. This meant that I had all the knowledge…..the dirt, the scoop, any ingredient that I could share that involved other people. Oh sure, I would justify the sharing, but in the long run the gossip or stories that I was spreading was a toxic blanket. Gossip allowed me to not focus on the real issue…….me.
Writing for me is an expansion on the other side of what I was previously engaged in because the story I am writing is mine. Sometimes it gets a little muddy because many times part of my story overlaps with my loves ones which creates a tricky situation of my story vs their story. I have to be careful that what I share doesn’t betray the sanctity of their individuality.
When I was talking with a friend yesterday, she shared a very pivotal decision in her life that warrants my silence. She has it. It is far more important today to be the sanctuary that people can trust. I often say, “it is not my story to tell” which solidifies that fact that I am the storyteller of my own adventures. Even with the best of intentions, I am still learning that it is best to not repeat things that are said about others. If I am meant to know, then they will tell me directly, otherwise it is simply none of my business.