“Hold on to that thing that makes you unique”
I went to a very hippie, outdoor, very small middle school where it was about peace, love and goodness. Then I went to a strict academically intense high school. My parents wanted me to go. I was the super weird girl. I got made fun of because I like to play in the leaves outside at recess. I didn’t really have any friends. Keeping that sense of self intact throughout high school allowed me to relate to people of all different backgrounds.
In college I went to a musical theater conservatory. I would get into trouble for having this visionary idea of believing that the divine creative source within you is impacted by the way you interact with other humans on a day to day basis.
Then in my senior year of college after feeling that I didn’t fit in we did a senior showcase in New York City and LA and I scored higher than anyone else in my conservatory. I think it had to do with being a relatable human while on stage and the casting directors identified. I got more callbacks than anybody in the history of my college. Then my teacher started treating me completely different the last couple weeks of school.
That was a learning lesson, you have to hold on to that thing that makes you unique even if people try and make you fit into whatever.
When I was little I had a stuffed cat named Patches.
In high school I lived in the dorms and they used to make fun of me for having Patches and often times I would come into my dorm room and my cat would be disposed of in someway. Sometimes they would hang him from the neck from the ceiling or would put him in the trash. They did all sorts of terrible things to Patches
I got patches when I was born. He was a source of comfort, something I related to.