With the letdown of the cast staying on for 2 more weeks, I began to think about why we are in the situation. If I work off the theory that all events are meant to teach us something, then what am I supposed to learn from this? What is my lesson?
It seems that everyone these days writes a tell all book or memoir. When I look back, what would my book say? I am writing, that is to say, living, the great American novel. What does it say? Is it a tragedy, a book filled with regret, sorrow, anger? Or, am I writing a book of triumph, of hope; a love story. I want my life to be a story of happiness, fullfillment, of gratitiude. I want my story to be an epistle, letters filled with God’s gifts in my life. So, what is the lesson? This cast does not define my life, it is but a paragraph burried in chapter 25. In the same way, I cannot let myself be comsumed by everyday things that bring sadness, anger, or frustration into my life. My novel will not include those things. I will rise above. I will focus on the gifts in my life. I will write a story…of love.
