anne bogart, december
I know that the narratives that I choose in life determine the sort of life that I live. I create who I am with the stories I tell. I write myself into existence by the stories that I tell about my life. I also write with my posture and with my manner of walking and of speaking and I write with my words and actions in the world. I can write fuzzily or, with extra expressive effort and slow thought, I can write clearly. I impress myself upon and INTO others around me. I become part of them and they become part of me. I write and I am written upon. My DNA writes upon me and my family writes upon me. I am written upon by the experiences that I undergo, by the people that I meet, the books that I read and the music that I listen to. Writing and being written upon is cyclical. Most of my days are lived within the confines of the evolving narratives that I spin about who I am now and how I experience moments in time. I alternate between being caught up in the moment and filtering my experience through memory.