Full Circle

This week I find myself on a 7th grade field trip in the Chapada Diamantina National Park, an extraordinary collection of waterfalls, caves, rivers, and mountains in the heart of Bahia, Brazil.
As I watch the students journaling about their experiences, I can’t help but think about how life comes full circle. When I was their age, my mother (a teacher) made me write detailed reflections after our family trips, especially if they had historical or geographical significance (and they usually did). At the time, I hated it. It felt like “schoolwork” was invading my time.
Ironically, the 7th grade teachers here have given the very same assignment to their students. And just to complete the circle, my Portuguese tutor gave me the same task assignment, but I have to respond in Portuguese.
So here I am, years later, appreciating what I once resisted. The discipline of reflection is an inportant mindset. It’s a way to anchor experiences so they don’t slip away unnoticed.
Life does come full circle. Sometimes it takes years (and a new perspective) to recognize the wisdom behind what once felt like an inconvenience.
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