The thing I love most about my life is that it is, more and more, a story I like to tell.
It has become, over the years, so surprising in plot content, with so many twists and turns, so much tragedy and victory, with so much love and loss, so much laughter and passion. I have filled the pages of my novel with so many colorful places and characters, and many, many memorable scenes.
It is genuinely a story worth telling.
That, I’ve decided, is what makes my life meaningful right now. It’s a hell of a story.
And (I think) it’s not even close to finished.