After spending half a year healing from work-related trauma, I am only starting to scratch the surface of finding my new personality. We often don't understand what stress and burnout can do to our bodies and minds until it’s a little bit too late. On the other hand, focusing on mental health Gives you the space and time to figure out who you are as a person. Seeing that there is room for growth and room for hope is beautiful.
The healing process has taken me to places I rarely found myself before. Museums. Art shops. Beautiful spaces in the city. Old libraries. New parks. Exquisite coffee shops. In busy places, people where people go to hide in the anonymity of the crowds. Quiet green spaces. Lunches alone.
In the last few days, I have become obsessed with the idea of art. Museums curate their exhibits based on works of art and what the artist wanted to show to the world. A little less so on the opinions of future museum-goers.
I think we have it backwards right now, with social media draping every aspect of our lives. We get lost in other people’s opinions instead of simply creating a delightful life for ourselves with what we have.
Nothing is more helpful to body and soul than understanding what a piece of art nature has created in us and how that uniqueness can change the world. If not everyone’s world, then at least our own inner world.
From today forward, I will treat everything in my life like a museum display – only keep what is necessary to feel in awe – things, connections, recipes, books, clothes, makeup, memories, opportunities… We live such a short life and time only speeds up each year – it’s time to curate the rest of my life to be exactly where and whom I want to be.
My goal in a few years is to become a professional life curator, a therapist, a mentor, an advocate and a true community leader. Where there is a will, there is a way, after all.