The Importance of Stories

Last year I had the opportunity to go and hear a speaker. It was someone I'd been wanting to hear in person for years - and I mean years - I'd missed them the first time they'd come to Australia, and by golly, I wasn't going to miss them again!

So this time, I grabbed tickets the moment I could. I felt horrible for spending money on something so...well...silly...

I beat myself up about purchasing the ticket for months afterwards.

But eventually, the year wore on, and it just became a thing on my calendar - until - I realised - oh - I actually have to go to this thing.

I'd never been to something so big in my life.

I'd never been to the Adelaide Entertainment Centre before.

I got pretty nervous, going alone, to such a huge event.

But, I dolled myself up all pretty like, squared my shoulders, and marched through those doors, determined to find my seat! I had a fantastic seat.

Best seat.

And over the next hour, I watched as the enormous theatre filled with people, and the rising excitement hummed in the air. So many different faces, so many different types of people, all fancied up just like I was. Laughter, smiles, jokes. I listened to it all. I just couldn't believe how many people surround me.

Finally though, the lights dimmed and the one whom we'd all come to listen too stepped out on stage. Now this particular speaker is known for his tangents, so while - technically - the theme of his talk was supposed to be about not allowing yourself to fall into ideologies, most of the two hours he actually spent talking about stories.

The importance of stori