Jeg har altid været hende der lavede mine lektier, var dygtig, kom til tiden, fulgte reglerne og prøvede at leve op til det jeg troede man skulle være. Alt sammen for at være god nok, passe ind, høre til. Det tog mig lang tid at finde ud af, at selv om den tilgang har givet mig mange gode evner og muligheder, så er det først da jeg begyndte at lære mig selv at kende, finde min egen stemme, min egen historie, at jeg begyndte at føle at jeg var god nok og hørte til. Og fordi vi alle har historier, er historier, så kan vi også gennem dem forbinde os med hinanden, på tværs af tid og sted, kultur og alder. Historier skaber fællesskab, nærvær og samhørighed. Historiefortælling er derfor nu blevet, ikke bare noget jeg gør, men noget jeg ikke kan lade være med at gøre.
I’ve always been the one who did my homework, was good at it, showed up on time, followed the rules and tried to live up to what I thought I was supposed to be. All in the name of being good enough, fitting in, belonging. It took me a long time to realize that while that approach has given me many great skills and opportunities, it’s only when I started to get to know myself, find my own voice, my own story, that I started to feel like I was good enough and belonged. And because we all have stories, are stories, we can also connect with each other through them, across time and place, culture and age. Stories create community, presence and cohesion. Storytelling has therefore now become not just something I do, but something I can’t stop doing.
