Good Morning, God!
Look at this wonderful man, my husband Kit! A GOOD man, God! And, rather more importantly for this story, he is also a very good journalist. Accuracy is his passion.
I, however, am a Story Teller. Accuracy for Story Tellers is more of an inconvenience than a passion. A few days ago he read one of my blogs and pointed out that I had been 20 when we married, not 21 — and a mother at 21 not 22. He, of course, was right. I hadn’t bothered to do the math — or even work hard at remembering.
Story telling is an Art. It demands a sense of rhythm — a sense of Timing. Story Tellers do not like being interrupted in mid-story for a factual correction.
But, then, Journalist do not like “Factual Distortions.” Really, God, that is what he called them yesterday when I was describing this Difference!
Ah, but I love it, God! Discovering a Difference is like locating a Land Mine on our interpersonal maps. We will still step on it. And it may or may not explode. But, at least, I will know What Happened and Why! Knowing what our differences are is a vast comfort.
I’m thinking back to the difference in our physiological light gathering capacities. For YEARS Kit would be upset that I was “wasting electricity” by “having every light in the house on!” It’s true, God! I did leave lights on. Kit can SEE in the (almost) dark, and I CANNOT. Discovering that I was a Moth and he was a Bat gave Kit a way to understand me — as opposed to trying to change me. [Click here for the story of the Woman Who Loved Light.]
Being Different, God, is so much better than being Wrong!