Tidbits from my 2016 journal:
“I remember as a kid LOVING art. I used to be a decent singer in music class. I used to make hundreds of videos. I used to dance. I also had this urge to act. I also loved making slideshows and movies. When I think now to what I could even do creatively, I don’t know! It all seems quite unattainable. I also used to write my own stories. Wow, I did it all. I hope these workshops help me find what my creative passion is.”
I want to take her hand and give her a big hug. I want to tell her that ten years later her creativity will be the lifeblood of her work. That she willl write stories and poetry online where over 700 people sign up to read them. That she will dance all the time. That her voice will be played daily across the world through a meditation app and she will have people writing often about the impact on their life.
I want her to know it will look nothing like she is imagining. That she will start guiding movement experiences for people’s liberation and expression and she will have never seen anything like it before it happens. That she will create her own path.
I want to tell her to keep trusting. To keep living. That her heart will get broken and it will be the best thing that ever happens to her.
And that ten years later, she will be so herself, that her life will reflect it in every moment.
