So often I want to unbind myself from the belief systems that I have about some parts of my life. I think to myself if only I could write a different story about this. Or perhaps if this were the last few lines of this story I can continue on into a story that is way better for me. My daughter talks about her life being a book that she is writing and she wonders about its pages. Both perspectives are interesting. Both allow an opportunity for storytelling that is both invented and fluidly changing at any moment. What it says to me is that it is up to us, to me to decide what I choose to drag along into the next moment and moments that are always present until it becomes the past.