Over the last couple of months, I have been learning how to tell stories.
I have always been a writer, but my skill has always been in academic writing, writing to teach. And let’s be honest with each other, that kind of writing is a bit cold.
Storytelling was never my skillset.
And so I set out to learn.
One of the scariest parts and the hardest was the need for emotion in storytelling. I need to connect with you through my lived experience and to do that I need to go fully into it and excavate the sensations, the thoughts, the details of that moment, so I can pull you as my reader fully into it with me.
Otherwise, you aren’t really going to give enough of a shit to stick around til the end.
Over and over my teacher brought me back to the coldness of my writing. Feedback was why I enrolled in this course, and I was excited to get it, but I was not expecting to be asked questions that I felt like I almost couldn’t comprehend, let alone answer. “I need more Stephanie here. Bring me into this moment. What were you feeling?” I literally had no idea how to answer, thinking I already had put what she was asking for on the page. And yet here she was, pushing me for more.
We got through it, and what has come of it are the last couple of blogs I have written.
So much more heartfelt, so much more vulnerable.
So much more fucking scary to publish.
And yet here I am.
What I want to ask you is this:
What do you want to hear more about from me?
How can be of service?
What are you struggling with that you need help with?
I am inviting you to be brave enough to tell me a bit of your story because it’s like Brené Brown says, you either walk into your story and own or you stand outside of it and hustle for your worthiness.
The book I just published about anxiety and courage has set me off on a new trajectory, and I am strapping on my brave boots and going after it. It’s thrilling and terrifying, and I am so glad you are along for the ride.