I used to believe fragility meant weakness and being brave meant being fearless. I used to believe if I kept my outer shell from shattering, I wouldn't fall into a thousand pieces. I used to believe others' perception of me was more important than my perception of myself. I used to believe if I had a… Continue reading I Used To Believe.
One of the biggest lessons I've learned is that allowing myself to be vulnerable is one of life's greatest freedoms. In fact, I believe it's the first step to being healed and becoming my best self. I didn't really know how to be vulnerable to others in the areas I felt most fragile because I… Continue reading Bravely Breaking Open.
My birthday is coming up so I've been doing a lot of reflecting on what I've learned and improved in since being 21. I've come to realize three major things: Nothing in life is ordinary Seemingly useless moments--like waiting for my computer to turn on really slowly--are great invitations for spiritual growth (ahem, patience) Self-improvement is often… Continue reading 22.
"Good enough" is a triggering word for me. I never wanted to be seen as someone who didn't know her worth. But the truth is, I didn't. In my eyes the words "good enough" meant, "just barely." And I wasn't even just barely. Somewhere along the path of life, I realized my desire to be perfect stemmed… Continue reading When Perfectionism Blinds You.
Last year at this time I was in a very different place. I had just finished my album Serenity. The garbage that surfaced during the process of writing it was still clinging to my bones. Stuck. I was exposed. I was afraid. I was uncertain. I wanted to explore the attic of my heart, which for so long had… Continue reading Hidden Heart.
I took a Positive Psychology class a few years back. It’s not quite as hokey as it sounds, but also not as profound as I wanted it to be. I'll save you from taking it and let you in on the main lesson: studies show that cultivating a gratitude practice increases happiness. Mind blowing, I know.… Continue reading Crossing The Bridge To Healing.
One of the best things I ever decided to do was to become human. I spent a long time being a machine--no needs, no emotions, no help. I didn't even know I had needs. Hence, anorexia. I was disconnected and blocked within my own self. I wasn't aware of my emotional life and consequently, bottled… Continue reading Becoming Human.
I would assume most of you don't think much about sitting in a chair. You might notice if the chair is particularly creaky. Or wobbly. In general, I think it's safe to say, most of us just sit in a chair without conscious thought. I would assume the same thing about walking to class. Or walking… Continue reading What I Would Tell Her.
My closest friends and family (and pretty much anyone who knows me) have given me the affectionate label "soul-searcher," which is basically an artistic way of saying I like deep things and I'm totally dorky. That's ok. I proudly accept the label. I spent a long time searching for home. A place of safety. A feeling… Continue reading Unlocked Door.
The studio - where my album, Serenity, came to be - was a little green room, in a small wood house with a tree growing through it. It was rustic and certainly conducive to fostering creativity. The lights in the studio, violins and guitars and other indistinguishable instruments hanging on the wall felt like home. And that place… Continue reading Stranger.