This post is a rerun. I post occasional reruns as a kindness to myself and to unearth old posts for new readers. You can read about reruns, too.
Today’s rerun is Your Story Matters. It’s a post about telling your story (or any of your stories), even if you don’t think you’ve got much of a story to tell. To start putting words to your experiences.
I wrote it because when I speak to people about telling their story, invariably someone will say “I’m not interesting enough, I just had a normal e.g. American childhood.” Of course, you’ll know that I didn’t have a normal American childhood (because I had a slightly unusual British childhood), so their story would be fascinating to me.
And that’s all there is too it, actually. The opposite is interesting for different reasons. Someone might very well want to be reminded of their own normal but cherished American childhood. Of course, there’s no such thing—they’ll want to hear it from someone where they grew up, who had community like theirs, who know the same in-jokes.
So if this post or the rerun help you to start telling more of your story to more people, I’ll be happy. If it causes you to sit with your memories for a while but keep them to yourself, that’s a wonderful outcome too.