Growing up in the South… wait. Let me rephrase that. Mostly growing up in the South, you learn a lot about living off of the land, farming, appreciating your surroundings. Not that I didn’t before. I mean, I grew up navigating the red woods of northern California chasing off bears, mountain lions and lost hippies. But down here, everything’s much slower, much more indulgent.
My definition of success often changes, on some level or another, as goals shift and take new form, but my core values and thoughts on the subject have never changed. Though I’ve sought success through academia, awards, accolades, and throughout my professional career, true success to me is the happiness that I’ve found in everything that I’ve done.
When times get rough and my emotions just seem to mull out of control, I so desperately miss dancing. I always found I best expressed myself through movement. Dance and music were my reason for getting up in the morning. It was my everything, my heart, my soul and my future. But, when the unexpected happened, and I got injured and very ill, I had to find a new outlet. And honestly, I’m still struggling to find that.