October 2018: quit my career in marketing, moved to Costa Rica for 3 months. It was the first of many steps I’ve taken since then to pursue my dreams of being self employed, a writer, a photographer, and a coach. #AllTheThings
I boarded the plane to Costa Rica without my hair dye with 3 months ahead of me in a remote strip of jungle devoid of hair salons. My grays grew out. I also thought it would be fun to not wear makeup for 3 months. Fun until I felt drab and ugly and washed up with my grays growing out and my hair a wild tangle from the humidity and sea salt. I was forced to confront myself there in ways I couldn’t in my real life. It was a practice in immersion therapy: being completely vulnerable as myself, in the bikinis and without the hair dye and makeup. I was forced to be something other than pretty. Pretty fun. Pretty bad at salsa dancing. Pretty easy to laugh around candles while my pack of ladies dodged massive bugs divebombing the light. Pretty deep as we talked about life and being human while the rain poured.
This experience alone I think changed me the most. I couldn’t hide in Costa Rica. I was forced to be authentically myself every day. And in turn, I got the meet the woman I’d been shoving into the shadows for years. I’m so glad I did. - 8 hours ago