I am of the belief that we all begin our physical experience on this planet at a unique point in our personal spiritual evolution.  Birth is not our initial manifestation; it is merely our latest intiation of a new creation.  Conception is not the beginning of our existence; it is the opening night of our next performance.  Conception is literally the birth of an idea.  Our lives are a collection of our thoughts.  We create our own reality, life after life, in order to participate in whatever lessons we believe will best advance our spiritual development. 

As the director of our reality, we compose a storyline and select a cast of characters to correspond to that plot.  Our life is a summation of our choices.  Of course, when we choose certain people to be players in our scenes, we do not create the performers or their performance.  We can only hope that they are suited for the part based on their audition.  When the curtain rises, there is no guarantee that the actors will follow stage directions or even remember their lines. 

Often we attract people into our life with expectations that do not match their results.  Sometimes we cut people from our lives when they no longer serve our latest creation, but it is not uncomon for us to allow others to rewrite our plot entirely.  Some players serve as inspiration, while others unexpectedly become drama queens who turn any performance into a tragedy.  We are also simultaneously playing roles in the creations of others.  We shift our energy in and out of those projects that appeal to our own character development or allow us to experiment with new genres.  While we can contribute our unique gifts to every part we play, ultimately we do not have creative control over the lives of other people.  If we are not mindful, it is easy to perceive our sudden removal from another’s project as a personal judgment, rather than a natural progression of a script revision. 

 Two of the primary and most influencial players we invite into our life play (or invite to play in our life) are our parents.  We take great care in this selection process, for no other human beings will have such potential creative impact so early in our plot development. The reasons for choosing our parents are not always obvious.  Many times we attract parents who appear to fall short of meeting our basic needs because we desire to experience choices that do not accompany an ideal childhood.  Of course, no childhood is ever perfect, because life is a work in progress and, despite our best intentions, shit happens.  Remember, even with a chronological advantage in this physical reality, our parents are still the evolving product of their choices.  Many people accept the role of parent without a thorough understanding of the character or without genuine foresight that it is a lifelong production. 

This is where I have been blessed.  My parents have not only provided me with an exemplary model for self-exploration and self-definition, they have become trusted and supportive advisors, veracious yet compassionate critics, and humble partners in our co-creation.  So much of what I have done and who I have become has only been a reflection of the admirable examples of my mother and father.  But despite their undeniable influence in my development, they have offered tireless applause to my credit.  Even when I’ve chosen roles that do not serve me or express my best work, they have focused my attention to the positive growth gained from experience.  In my worst performances, they see unbounded potential.  No matter what popular opinion provides, they are season ticket holders to my next creative experiment, always promoting a full house.  And even when I’ve struggled to do more than sit in silence on a dark stage, I have always looked out to a standing ovation of two. 

Life is a collection of choices.  But I’ve had an unfair advantage.