I told my story today. Well, I told one of my stories today. And it felt powerful and meaningful and beautiful.
It’s strange how hard it has been for me to verbalize what India has been for me. It reminds me of the post I made back when I was leaving the country- knowing how difficult it would be to make sense of the many ways that the experience left an impact.
And wow, it’s been really difficult.
I’m not sure really what made it possible for me to stand up in front of the crowd today and tell a story. Maybe its the fact that it was for a class, maybe its that I secretly really like presentations, and maybe its that the story I told wasn’t the most personal or difficult to speak about.
But when I looked in front of me and behind something magical. Seated in front of me was a large group of people who came to see me talk because they believed that maybe, I had something worth saying. They came out from the middle of their finals stress and fatigue to see the presentation of my fellowships work. There was something really powerful about that. My Dad came. My best friends came. Some of my aide groups from this last year and the year passed came. Mainly, people who really cared came. I’ll never forget who showed up. It truly meant the world to me. Really.
And when I looked behind me when I stood up to speak, I knew that there were six incredible individuals behind me. They’ve been behind me the whole time, really. The other fellows- we’ve been with eachother since the beginning, but even more impactful, during the entire summer of stress and frustrations and challenges. I remember going to the computer crying and sending out an email. I remember coming back to the computer to read words of encouragement and praise, or a story of a similar issue from someone else.
And I remember late nights working together on papers. Rereading and rereading, working hard to create something meaningful- something that was not just an individual effort, but truly a collective piece.
I feel truly in debt to the people who have supported this process. I’d like to thank all who worked on my paper with me, those who tirelessly helped me unpack the whole experience- those who grew with me and learned with me, those specific, special friends who really made this all possible. You know who you are, and I am truly grateful for your support and love.
And to the other fellows, Tess, Kayla, Maddie, Chris and Matt, as well as Marci and Mitra, I have only the deepest of admiration and respect for all that you’ve done and all that you’ve done for me. This process has truly been one of the most challenging experiences of my life, and with the support and love of others, I came out better, changed, empowered.
You know, the story I told, it was far from personal, but I feel very proud to be able to tell it. I realized the other night that although many of the experiences I had in India I would rather not speak about, this does not mean that there are many aspects of my experience that are fully and truly something worth sharing. And somehow or another, I do have the guts to do that.
My paper is now published in a beautiful booklet. It will be online soon. When that happens, I will post it.
I’ll be headed to Dublin in less than a month (isnt that crazy?!) for study abroad. I will have a blog for that, but it will probably be a new link, I will post that when it happens.
It’s strange, so much seems to have ended, yet so many stories are still untold. It makes me wonder how I’ll ever get through it all- if I’ll ever get to a point where I truly understand and know what it all means to me.
And thats when I remember, it’s never going to be over.
This is just a beautiful beginning.
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