{"id":7181,"date":"2018-02-28T01:00:14","date_gmt":"2018-02-28T08:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=7181"},"modified":"2018-02-26T17:26:34","modified_gmt":"2018-02-27T00:26:34","slug":"write-a-new-story-prompt-356","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/write-a-new-story-prompt-356\/","title":{"rendered":"Write A New Story . . . Prompt #356"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/Notepaper.make-a-list.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-3795 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/Notepaper.make-a-list.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"170\" height=\"140\" \/><\/a>Ready to explore? Today\u2019s writing prompt invites you to look at your old stories in new ways. Perhaps you can rewrite your story.<\/p>\n<p>Excerpt from October 2016 Reader\u2019s Digest, \u201cDown Off The Cross,\u201d by Debra Jarvis, a chaplain and cancer survivor.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLet\u2019s say I meet you on a bus. We really hit it off, but I\u2019ve got to exit soon, so you\u2019re going to tell me three things about yourself that help me understand who you are, that get at your essence.\u201d<\/p>\n<h3><strong>Note from Marlene: Prompt:<\/strong>\u00a0 List three things that define you.<\/h3>\n<p>Back to the article:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOf those three things, is one of them surviving some kind of trauma, like being a cancer survivor, a war survivor, or an abuse survivor?\u201d<br \/>\n<strong>Note from Marlene:<\/strong> Or perhaps you are currently experiencing a difficulty or a trauma.<\/p>\n<p>Back to the article:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMany of us tend to identify ourselves by our wounds.<\/p>\n<p>Claim your experience; don\u2019t let it claim you.<\/p>\n<p>The way to cope with trauma, loss, or any other life-changing experience is to find meaning. But here\u2019s the thing: No one can tell us what that meaning is. We have to decide what it means. And that meaning can be quiet and private\u2014we don\u2019t need to start a foundation, write a book, or work on a documentary. Instead, perhaps we make one small decision about our lives that can bring about big change.<\/p>\n<p>If you find yourself repeating your survivor story: Get down off your cross.<\/p>\n<p>When you repeat your survivor story, you aren\u2019t processing your feelings\u2014you are feeding them.<\/p>\n<p>Let your old story go so that a newer, truer story can be told about who you are.<\/p>\n<p>Claim your trauma as an experience instead of taking it on as your identity.<\/p>\n<p>It could mean the end of being trapped by your wounds and the start of defining yourself by who you are becoming.<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019re all on this bus together. What story are you going to tell?\u201d<\/p>\n<h3><strong>Note from Marlene:<\/strong> Prompt: Write a new story about what defines you.<\/h3>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ready to explore? 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