Friday, July 09, 2010

Healing Paralysis

A letter I wrote to a casting agent, for a show dealing with inspiring people to change...I think I sent it too late for the cut, but it was a great exercise for me anyway.

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I am 27 years old, and I have ignored myself for nearly half of my life. I have made life choices solely based on what I thought other people needed or wanted me to do. I have turned my back on pathways and opportunities because the little voices in my head--you know the ones: the naysayers, the judgers, the I-told-you-so-ers--made me think I wasn't good enough or the choice wasn't right. For as long as I can remember, I cared more about what other people were thinking about me than what I thought, what I KNEW about myself all along. THAT voice, the REAL voice, was stifled by the others, silenced by the doubt and insecurity running my life.

I've been paralyzed by fear of failure and loneliness. And I'm sick of it. I am finally ready to make some choices, some hard changes, to open up the pathways to possibility in my life.

I have been doing the "right" thing for a while now--I was an A student, I went to college and double-majored (still finishing in four years), I went to Graduate school, I immediately got a good job working as a teacher in a high-powered high school in CT. I dove right into the job, immediately getting involved in the extra-curricular activities. I should have known from the start that I was still looking for something else, something that was really going to satisfy, to challenge me--something other than what I found within the confines of the classroom and traditional public school teaching.

My dad told me I was set for life. Some of the teachers I worked with told me I was going to be a Lifer. And each time I heard things like this, I cringed. I looked around and a room full of teachers, people I absolutely love, and saw many who got stuck, who wanted something more or different but needed the stability. The need for the structure and the health care and the regular check seemed to be the reason many of them didn't try for some other career or life path. Was this really what my life was going to be? The more I saw, the more I felt limited and boxed in. I knew had to get out.

I HAVE to get out.

I have to find a way to meld together the loves of my life. I have to find a way to the dreamland I see for myself.

This is what I know: I care about wellness in the body, mind, and creative spirit. I care about finding the healthiest, most inspired space within myself and helping others find it within themselves. I want to meld together my interests in dance, theater, writing, wellness, youth mentorship, community building, and education. I want to continue to stretch and grow in what I know—intellectually, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. I want to support this spirit of growth and play in others, as well.

SPECIFICALLY (and long-term) MY DREAM IS......

Creating a space—a physical place, but also a creative space within everyone who walks through the door—where multiple genres of art and creation and healing can occur. This space will allow for a community of artists and lovers of art. The genres will include music (with performance and recording opportunities), poetry, writing, multi-genre performance art, dance, yoga, theater, therapy (play therapy, dance/theater therapy, perhaps massage), etc. There will be classes, workshops, events continuously filling the space with life, excitement, and change.

The space will be an ever-changing vessel for what the community that fills it needs at any given time. A concrete container for the ineffable energy pulsing and generating from the people and the moments within.

These are big ideas, big dreams. And sometimes I just don't know what to do with them. Until this year, I just ignored them--put them on the back burner, blamed the world for being so unreasonable and unfair--and went back to my safe little teaching job.

But this year, something has begun to change. I've started to listen to the authentic voice inside, and sometimes it's quite difficult. Sometimes it is drowned out by the worldly din outside. Sometimes the questions and the doubts and the worries of the people I love find their way in. Sometimes I wonder if I'm a crazy person, if somehow I've been embodied by some extraterrestrial hell-bent on making my life a whirlwind of the unknown. But mostly, I know and trust that I'm doing the right thing, even if I don't have a clear idea of what that is yet.

On Friday, I wrote my letter of resignation. It's as real as ever. I am moving to NH where I can actually breathe. Somehow, I just know the place is right. It makes me feel alive, personally and creatively. But the thing is, I'm not entirely sure what will open up for me.

I am absolutely thrilled...and scared to death.

I am writing to you--a bit later than I intended, with my fingers crossed that it's not too late--in hopes that I can find some support. Maybe by reaching out, I'll find that there are options out there, that this leap of faith is not career suicide, that following my heart will not lead me to failure. I've taken some first steps, which I hope will lead me to the right next steps, but sometimes I doubt and I question myself and this "trusting the universe" new age-y stuff.

I guess I'm writing to you for help and for assurance. I'm writing to you, hoping that it will help me find that next right step on this crazy journey of my life.
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~*~Tina~*~

We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance. ~Japanese Proverb

3 comments:

Sawrah said...
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Sawrah said...

Love, love, love this and the honesty. Love you!

spirit said...

Thanks Rahrah!!!