My bag. Often Tardis-like in its capabilities, today thankfully not so full.
I often wonder what people would glean from my life/character if my bag were rummaged ‘Through the Keyhole’ style.
What story would it tell today?
That I like nice things (Burberry purse) and that I can’t part with old things (the nearly 20 year old scuffed and battered Burberry purse)? That I like a bargain (it was found in Bicester Village for 80% off; a bargain, even then, at £30!)?
That I have a pen/notebook fetish? That I scribble a lot (6 pens? A pack of sticky notes?! A folded scrap of paper with notes all over it)? That I’m a thinker? A writer?
That I have – and adore – my two children….who draw a lot, anywhere and everywhere (a Super Super Hero and a zoo, if you were wondering!)? That our home is full to the brims with creativity?
That I like to try to be glamorous (gold nail polish – I actually have no idea what that’s doing in there!)?
That I have a daughter who loves pink??!! That she recently hurt her eye and so has to wear sunglasses when she’s out and about?
That my boy’s 9 and loves pranks (the chewing gum that gives you an electric shock is most certainly not mine)?
There are many, many stories in there.
And as I look on these things and hear those stories, I realise…
The narratives we create for ourselves are the narratives our world/the world hears.
Note to self: being brave enough to say “I’m a writer” gives the dream a name and makes it that much more attainable because it makes you accountable.
What stories do you/your things tell and is that narrative in concert with your goals/dreams?
[Written in response to the Day 15 prompt for Blog-tember]