All tagged self-discovery
In the fall of 2017, I suffered from a few palpitations. I chalked it up to severe exhaustion from participating in the development of a new broadway-bound musical. There is no excuse for art that breeds this level of exhaustion, other than the promise of a bottom line I will never see.
A few weeks ago, in the midst of yet another broadway-hopeful musical, the palpitations came back. In those moments when “symptoms” appear, the ghosts of diseases past whisper “did you miss us?” While my heart pounds pitter-patter in my throat, I worry the fairy tale is over—Prince Charming was a beast all along who can never be loved, changed, cured, or remedied. Miracles do not happen. I will always be broken, and the disease never left at all. Just another set of lies I like to tell myself in moments of doubt.
But in an age that discourages exploration, we are left wading through the “could have beens.” Instead of breaking out of who we’ve evolved into/defined our selves as/let others mold us to be/ we continue to cultivate this version of ourselves. We give up on possibilities. Other lines of work become pipe dreams. Moving cities is too scary. We are bogged down the logistics, finances, and the rules of society we’re led to believe are true. You need to go back to school. You can’t go back to school it’s too expensive. You will never be able to afford a house on that income. It’s too hard to break out of your industry. A job is a job, does anyone really love theirs? These phrase bounce around our tired brains like the annoying music boxes our grandmothers gave us for Christmas when all we wanted was a four speed bike so we could get the hell out of our small town lives and explore what the world has to offer.
Now, some of us don’t live in these boxes. We’ve broken free. And we’re now the stuff of internet envy. Traveling the world. Working online. Living the “digital nomad” life. What even is a digital nomad? And in twenty years will you be proud to call yourself one?
Perhaps, the real problem is our need to label. The drive to define. The want to say “I am ____.” as opposed to just saying, “I am.”
Last January 1st, I wrote myself a letter. It was part pep talk, part guidelines for 2018. I kept it in the back of my phone case, and in true Amy fashion didn’t look at it once all year. Looking at it now, I can’t say it all changed/came to fruition/magically appeared in a puff of smoke, but I will say there was progress on whatever this journey is. 2018 was a lot. It filled and drained my cup more times than I can count. But I think all in all, 2018 and I were good for each other.
2018 opened me up to analyzing communication, and how our experiences influence our perception.
Here’s what I learned. Don’t expect it to blow your mind, just maybe open your heart to another perspective.
Now, our world is in a consciousness shift, and it's been a long time coming. All of the powerful men banished from their political, social, and entertainment thrones by women who have waited far too long for respects, rights, and basic safety, still has me wondering if womanhood really is worth it.
I struggle with the duality of social media. The connection, disconnection, and rollercoaster of emotions flooding my newsfeed and pinging notifications is overwhelming.
The world of social media is a tricky place to navigate as a empath.
Since college I have not lived in a single place for more than 11 months. I moved between California and New York 4 times in the first 2 years after college, lived in New York City for a year, worked and lived in Massachusetts for a couple of summers and lived at home on Long Island with my parents for a year.. In June 2016 I decided to take a leap and move to Denver, CO where I knew 2 people and didn’t have any type of job lined up. So why all the moving? Jobs mostly. Sometimes it was my choice to move and sometimes it wasn’t but I always thought that in order to move up you needed to keep moving.