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6/26/2020 0 Comments

What if Fear Didn't Run the Show?

Ever notice how when fear about something creeps in you develop a distraction? 
Distractions can look like this: picking up your phone. going to the refrigerator. exercising excessively. netflix. starting an argument. or shopping. 



Often enough we do not actually chase our fears far enough into the abyss to see what it would actually feel like in reality.
​But what if we did? Here is a mind dump process of mine (names removed):




What if this friendship were to end, what would change about my life?

Well perhaps right now, it would free up a lot more of my mind since I seem to be consumed by perceptions of how I have let them down, and the failure that exists in that. 
That is not how I really feel though. I love them.  Their presence is valuable to me. Their thoughtfulness is valuable to me. Their perspective is valuable to me. What they stands for is valuable to me.  They mirror a lot of my own internal experiences in the way that they live life.  I would miss them deeply. It would be painful. But perhaps no more painful than living with their perception of disappointment in my friendship. 


But what if this friendship continues on? What would happen in that circumstance? During the times struggle when I have felt inadequate and exhausted by my own presence they have been a continuous source of comfort for me. They have given me a place to be myself and heal and remind me of my own greatness. And time with them has its own sense of value because of that. I can rely on them to show up for me. That said, I can also rely on myself to show up for for me. 
Regardless, I think the discomfort I am feeling right now will diminish and the opportunities will grow for us if I can let the fck go and neither live in their expectations or my own of how this should look.  


But I think this idea is relevant to my whole life. If I can move into a place where I do not feel threatened or concerned the opportunities will grow. 


What if this turmoil I feel is just indicative of my constant struggle to be and feel the best, knowing that dark days and hard times come. I think this is it. I think that is my problem. That I am being so hard on myself that I can only assume everyone around me is thinking the same bull shit that is floating inside my own head.  Which is probably not true. 


And even if it was. Does it matter? 
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The perceptions inside of our minds are often a lot less scary if we chase them through the thought process rather than run and hide from them. Most of the time, these are not life and death fears, or perhaps even true, they are insecurities that threaten what we know to be comfortable. 


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6/20/2020 0 Comments

Are You Anxious or Just Bored?

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When I was in high school I was diagnosed ADD because I was restless, argumentative with teachers, agitated and anxious about speaking up in class, and just generally didn't learn the way that "most kids do".

School was a struggle so I started smoking enough pot to keep me entertained. That eventually got me into trouble because then I didn't go to class and my grades would slip further into the abyss. Eventually my principal intercepted and set me up in a program that allowed me to work to gain credits at school. He promised I would pass as long as I stopped smoking pot.
I quit pot.
I graduated.
I committed to myself to avoid college and remain driven to wherever I wanted to go.
Except I had no idea where that was because I hadn't had the focus or attention to inquire about such a thing.


I tried a number of different ADD meds and all of them made me anxious and skinny as fuck, (something I needed no help with at all).

Anyways it took me some time but I found a career that not only used up my excess energy, taught me a lot about my own disposition, but was also entirely within my own hands to achieve.
Being and entrepreneur is not easy. I am always self reflecting, analyzing, and generally looking for ways to improve. Needless to say it keeps my mind busy with things to focus on.

When I am not busy enough though, I become anxious.

Which leads me to the point of this post. Am I stressed, or am I bored? I often think it to be the latter as the stresses that I have faced in my life seem to not really be stressors at all but rather things that occupy my mind by giving it a problem to solve.

When I look at the times in my life when I have created drama with friends or started to gossip it is typically moments in time where I am not stimulating myself enough and doing the work that I need to do. 

Boredom is damaging, to ourselves, our relationships, and our lifestyle.. it will kill every dream you have ever had. 

Wouldn't we rather just keep ourselves occupied with problems like learning new languages, developing new techniques, trying new things, and growing up with out growing stagnant?

Though perhaps it is far easier to create problems for other people because then we don't have to be accountable.

Welcome to my ramble: Please be sure that I just ranted the noise in my own head down into this pile of words that might not even make sense..

​Bottom line: next time you are anxious, ask yourself what problems you can solve in your own life to make you feel better. Then solve them. 
Hahahaha like it is that fuckin easy 


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6/15/2020 1 Comment

The Disintegration of Dreams

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I had wanted to be a model since I was very young. I wanted a platform to influence from and I also wanted the money that comes with being a super model, as cliche as that is for any teenager. But I was chasing this dream. Eating diet pills, exercising 7 days a week, eating salads, doing yoga, and snacking on more diet pills.​

Chasing this dream or not nearly one year after the first violent incident with captain douche, we became engaged. As you could imagine, it was a romantic proposal, where he was drunk outside of the club and telling me how much he would miss me if I went across the world to pursue my modeling dreams. As wooed as I was I could not see his intention was to keep me there with him through marriage. I said yes, without full understanding of his intentions.

I was upstairs one evening doing my exercises and yoga when I got a call from Italy. It was an agent out of Milan saying that they would like to fly me out for an indefinite amount of time. He wanted me out there in two weeks. He was buying the ticket that night. (In the modeling world, they will often foot the bill for international if they think you will earn them money. You slowly pay them back through work.)
I ran downstairs to tell captain douche. There was no celebration. He was crushed. Jealous. Angry. The next two weeks were tense and exhausting. I could not wait to get on the plane. I left with bruises on my arms from fights he started and ended about me moving on without him. It didn’t stop me from going but it did have its effects.
This was the moment in time that I started believing that being in a relationship and chasing your dreams were two things that could not coexist. 


He cheated on me while I was gone. Then he came to Milan, draining our savings account, in a last ditch effort to control my success. It worked.  
His appearance there was the death of my modeling career, though it did not officially end until a few months later.
His visit made me look like a fool, like the girl I never wanted to be. Everyone I lived with and worked with knew what he was and when he came, they knew what I was... too broken to leave.



I guess I was just that. But the straws of our relationship were quickly breaking and the final one would be what would come a few weeks after my return from Italy. 


His family had a trip planned for Mexico. I planned to be in Italy for 6 weeks before returning for the trip to Mexico, and then heading straight back to Europe. 
During my time in Mexico I was awaiting an email from my international agent to confirm the next 3 years of my career. 
It never came. 
Instead I returned home to a voicemail telling me never to contact her again because I had missed my deadline, an unacceptable career move. As it turns out, she had sent an email. Captain douche had gotten to it before I did and deleted it. That was the actual death of my modeling career and our relationship, (which will be its own post). I was blacklisted internationally for having a psycho boyfriend. That is how it worked then. You fcked up. You were cut.
It was a 6 country contract. Guaranteed monthly income to live off of. All travel paid.

Looking back it was not the worst thing that could have happened. Between being told I was fat modeling and being hit and criticized at home I can see why I am mentally resilient now. 

I can also see why I often feel so fcking insecure.


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