I have some conversations recently where I have come to realize just how much I have grown. Telling stories of past experiences has made understand what is really important to me. What has moved me, what has changed me. What it comes down to is what I have forgotten. I took a quick glance through my Facebook profile pictures and all the comments I have received. On a couple of occasions I was shocked; not because of the content of the comments but who said them. I had forgotten that they had even been apart of my life. And even though I remember when they exited stage left out of my story, and that I told myself that they would be insignificant as my story went on, it is nice to know that they really were. Friends or interests that never made the callbacks.
And this all leads me to believe that ultimately, only a few people will make to the opening night. Only a few characters and plot twists and emotions that are brought to the stage will have a final impact; good or bad. Everyone else can be written out of the story. And even though I am comfortable with my story thus far, it’s nice to know that I have the flexibility to be my own director, producer, and playwright.