“Child,’ said the Lion, ‘I am telling you your story, not hers.

No one is told any story but their own.”

― C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy.

What I write about in this blog is my story, and I am careful (insofar as it is possible to be so when lives touch, overlap, and influence each other) not to write much about the lives, thoughts and stories of other people because I don’t own them and I don’t live them; they aren’t mine and I won’t attempt to expropriate them or make sense of them because that’s someone else’s job.

I spent a good deal of time thinking about that idea in recent months. All we see is through our own lenses and our truths are valid for us, but don’t necessarily reflect the realities of others; two people can experience the same event utterly differently. In conjunction with this, I have also been thinking about the “why” of this blog the other day and whether it serves a purpose to anyone but myself. My private journal entries continue and are written solely for me, but who are these blog posts for really? What purposes do they serve and does anyone benefit from my sharing of them?

I’m not so experienced as a lifter, coach, or even human as to have authoritative answers to things. The longer I walk this planet, the more I think I have possible angles rather than answers, that life is far more multifaceted than we want it to be sometimes, and it’s more that some things work for a person and some just don’t; there are continuous experiments and explorations some of which pan out as hoped and others of which yield unexpected results either positive or negative that suggest even more avenues of exploration.

So maybe that’s the answer there….

These are glimpses of problems, solutions and ideas I’ve found along my road and maybe some of them apply to people other than myself. And if a person can learn what to try (or not to try, through watching me stumble around and fall on my keister) through reading of my experiences, then perhaps that’s reason enough to put them out there