Am I telling my story? My stories of navigating life; as a woman, as a mother, as a friend, as a partner, as a human being?
The conversation I had with Barbara Strydom left me so deeply moved and so introspective about how I am owning the narrative of my life, how the people in my life know me and experience me through my story where every day, as I live and as I move, sentences and paragraphs are added, enriching my book of life. When I am no longer able to express myself, how will those in my life know me or know of me if my journey is not written or shared? How will my narrative be told if I don’t tell it myself. What will my life be when it is told; a true reflection of who I am or an interpretation of how another has been moved (or unmoved) by my existence.
We live through so many experiences; do we stop to catch up with ourselves and spend time with the reality of that which was in our life and how it shaped who we are? Do we stop to share the stories of our journeys for others to take on theirs? As we chatted more, Barbara shared that she lost her husband and as a widow she teared up about how there are no widow stories for her to read and to learn from. A story from another, helping another to heal and live life in another reality with some reflective guidance. Inasmuch as our stories are the pages of our individual book of life that people can experience us from, they can also be the illumination another needs for their journey, the much needed validation they get when they view themselves through the lens of doubt and inspiration when they despair.
But our stories are also our retrospective journeys into ourselves, into those perfect moments in an imperfect life that is simultaneously our perfect story.
What is your story? Are you telling it?
Listen to the interview with Barbara Strydom here