Misunderstood, Pt. 2
I came to understand that I was not all that I had once claimed to be; I was tearing myself down, no one else.
Things became awkward between us as I began to question my own understanding of the deeper (shallow?) model of my physical therapy practice. By proxy, she felt her model was challenged as well.
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I did not think that I was smarter than her; I never said that I had all of the answers. In fact, I confess to knowing” less now than I have ever known before.
I would have told he so, but she never asked…probably because it would not have mattered.