I used to think that I didn’t have a story.
I would go to networking events, and listen to the lovely stories of the speakers, the things they’ve experienced, the hardships they’ve endured. And I would listen to how they got through them, and what they learned. And then we’d hear them tell the people in the audience to own their story, to not be afraid to speak your truth, or encourage us to share our story with others.
I remember thinking ‘but what if you don’t have a story?’ What if you just have a cluster of unfortunate experiences and struggles, and that’s just the way your life is? It’s not nearly as bad as other’s have experienced, so who am I to start spouting my negative thoughts about my experiences to near-strangers? What if you aren’t sure of your truth? You haven’t worked through your lessons enough to choose your cause or a charity to stand behind? What does that make you?
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