On This Is Us, Hoarding, and Story

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**I feel like I should warn you. If you are not caught up on This Is Us, please don’t read this. I didn’t talk about what happens, but I allude to the something and please for the love of Story and Characters and because you care about yourself, just skip it. Or, skip to the third paragraph and you’ll be good. Thank you and you’re welcome.**


I just finished watching Episode 9 of This Is Us (season 2). And it was brilliant. Gut-wrenching. But brilliant. It had me crying within the first five minutes and full-on sobbing during Rebecca’s little speech (pep talk?) to 17 year old Kate. Because it paralleled so perfectly what Teenage Kate would need to hear 20ish years later. Which of course the writers did on purpose because they’re brilliant. (which I’ve now used three times in 152 words. but it’s true so… *shrug emojii*.)

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I Am A Writer. 

from Ashly Hilst’s 28 Days of Writing Workbook

How does this make me feel?




Like I’m shouting (#fontmatters).

Like I’m drawing attention to myself.

Like a fraud. I don’t write everyday. I have nothing published out there in the writing world. I have many unfinished stories. It’s like I have nothing to back this claim up.


I’m a fraud.


Like I’m declaring a piece of my soul to the world, declaring the innermost part of who I am.

An announcement of how important and precious and special words are to me.


That I can truly see how much good I could bring about with my words.

Isn’t that the whole point though?

As mentioned above, I don’t write every day and I have too many unfinished story ideas, but I am always thinking about writing and words and story ideas. I participating in Story every day–my own real life story, my clients and coworkers’ stories, Naruto and This Is Us, Bible studies and Devo Nights, reading.

Writing and Story is all around me.

Here’s the declaration.

Now it’s time to write and turn the dream into reality.