Who I am

I love it when people tell me the story of this dream.
Sometimes we don't even realize it but, it is our child side, our free thinking, free from all those fears and limits that we set ourselves or that others impose on us.
Sometimes, however, we decide to dust it off and make it become a life project and, when it begins to take shape, perhaps an unexpected, new and more mature one, it is like a plant that buds, generates emotions and new parts of us begin to grow. , with new roots and new leaves, regenerated and regenerating.
The first memory I have of when that dream was formed and entered the drawer, dates back to adolescence, I think. I wanted to travel around the world and tell what I saw, the stories of others. I wanted to be a journalist. Then, I grew up and wanted to hear the stories of others, understand them and help others have confidence in themselves and change the course of that story. So I wanted to study psychology. And then I started wandering around, in search of myself: there are those who have tried to deviate my path several times, perhaps I myself did not believe it enough, but in the meantime I discovered things about myself and the world, with enthusiasm , wonder, suffering, stubbornly and with tenacity.

I kept dancing with the stories of others.
Despite a natural tendency to introversion, I found myself in the classroom talking about communication, so it was the others who listened to me, until they started coming to me, after class, to talk to me about their doubts, their dreams. , their fears and their successes. And I began to listen to them and, later, to help some of them in unraveling the tangle of their story.
A few months ago I started to tell their stories and my story, through the podcast Coachforbreakfast.
What will be the next chapter of that story, of our story? Each of us can decide what to write next, what to add, what to remove, which new chapter to start.
I love listening to the stories of others and I love telling stories.