My steps are padded by the pine needles beneath my feet. I simply trust that Sam knows where he is taking me. He shares his story about the time he once spent in this place. I imagine how we are absorbing the scene much differently. My eyes climb the sight of ivy trailing up the brick walls. My memory captures the blanket of fiery leaves upon the grass. I notice how the sunlight glistens in the late afternoon. The cool air sneaks into the sleeves of my sweatshirt. I am refreshed. I am at peace. I am enjoying our togetherness.
We are in the same place at the same time, literally walking the same path. Sam, however, is excited about the well-trained dogs brushing up against our legs. He is sharing stories of friendship, weaving in his well-loved humor. He is eager to reach a specific destination.
We are in the same place at the same time, literally walking the same path. Our stories of this time are unique yet both worthy of sharing.
I am sure someone has tried this before. I have read so many posts about this topic. These writers are much more experienced than I am. What more could I possibly contribute?
I am stifled by my longing to be unique. I am stifled by thinking my voice may not be as valuable as all of the educators before me. I am stifled by my own self doubt.
In this moment, I am reminded that our experiences are unique. Perhaps someone has shared about a particular topic before, but we are all educators working towards common goals. Maybe we are even teaching the same thing at the same time. But, our stories are unique and worthy of sharing.
Today, I choose not to be stifled. Today, I share my story.
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