Sometimes when I'm driving my daughter to school, we play a 'game.' I'll see a person walking, or sitting or running to catch the bus, or two or three people chatting, laughing, young, elderly or middle aged, and I ask my daughter, make up a story....tell me who they are, what they're doing, what they're thinking....and her and I are off running with one wild story after another about the ordinary people walking the streets.
By the time I drop her off we're both laughing about how crazy or in depth our stories have spun. When I drive home, our 'game' always reminds me that there are no ordinary people. Everyone's life is woven in a living drama, peppered with good times and bad.
It's easy to pass people on the street and not give them a second thought, but when I look at them, really look, I wonder what their life story is.
When I run workshops, the participants are all very ordinary looking people, but when they begin to share their life journey, I am amazed at how far someone's come, the traumas they've overcome or striving to overcome, the losses that almost broke them, their incredible resilience and courage, and in spite of everything, their dreams and hopes and aspirations.
Yep. It's true....we live on this planet with no ordinary people.
Happy Thursday, Guys.