As a kid, I was always doing A LOT.
Every day after school was another extracurricular… from swimming to ballet to karate to piano to ballroom to cross country running to art to gymnastics to even chess club... oh, and throw homework and a social life on top of that.
Despite the busy-ness, I LOVED that I could fulfill my love for learning, explore my curiosities, connect with different people, but most of all…
I loved that I could express all the different pieces of myself, and live authentically & in integrity with who I was.
…until I couldn’t anymore. Halfway through high school, I was convinced by my (well-meaning) parents that it was time to put my hope, optimism & big dreams behind me and replace it with “realism” & “stability”, and so…
my creative light went out.
I had officially outsourced my power, life direction and trust to people who thought they knew more about my path in this world than I did.
Years went by, and it was only when panic attacks and continuous “failures” began to plague my life that I tried to grasp for a sense of control again. I needed to get intentional about designing a life that felt truly aligned to me.
I switched university majors. I switched jobs. I switched industries, and even entire career paths.