Who was your most influential teacher? Why?
* I’ve decided to engage in the prompts that greet me when I open my blog dashboard. But as a way to honor the oddthentic nature of my blog, Im not going to edit these. There will be one draft. They will be the raw, unscripted reflections of my mind. I hope you enjoy.*
I’ve never been one to idolize people. I just don’t think anyone person is of greater value than another. That’s not to say I haven’t met some amazing people. I have. To be honest, there are too many to count. From random strangers in the checkout line talking about everyday life, to homeless teens with wisdom beyond their years. I’ve had teachers throughout my life, formal and informal. Managers and leaders, both good and bad, who taught me what it means to lead. Two of my greatest teachers are my children, who taught me more than I comprehend.
But for me, the greatest teacher has been me. My successes and failures all taught me something of value. I’ve won, I’ve loved, I’ve lost, and I’ve lived. My life experiences broke my mind and my heart. I became a ghost haunting his own life. I gave in to my demons. But I fought my own ghost, I fought my demons. I know I’m not done fighting. I’ll mistep, I’ll fumble, I may even lose myself time to time. But I’m trying. I always push myself to be better, to be happier. It’s all on me, everything. It hurts, and I’m tired of all the pain. I keep learning and growing. I keep getting better every day. My heart, my mind, and my body are begging for rest, for comfort, for safety. In time, they will learn what makes them tired now, will bring them peace later on. Maybe even sooner than I know. There is no finish line to this journey, only the milestones of memories leaving their mark on every cell and fiber of my body. This is why the most influential teacher I’ve ever had is me.
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