“This is my story” was the opening line tonight at my 17 year old daughters high school play. It was powerful.. There was a profound moment as my jaw was hanging down.. staring at my daughter and her friends.... They nailed it.. and they are in High School. At 43, conversations with my friends revolve around a need to be heard and to be seen. Not as mothers, as volunteers, or in our careers but for who we are underneath all the labels. Then in front of me was a cast of High School students talking about the exact same thing. We are two different generations looking for who we are and being accepted for it. Maybe they have uncovered the secret to their lives at a early age... To be who they truly are, not wrapped up in what anyone else thinks. The greatest gift you could ever give yourself is to listen to your own teacher. The one that tells you who you are. Believe... It saves decades of time in self doubt and barrels of money in counseling...Just saying from 4 decades experience.
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