This list began at over 100. Whittling it down to 33 was a powerful process.
I was born into a family of artists
I developed an alter ego named Sally Kimball
I experienced a form of repeated (unintentional) abuse by adults at an extremely experimental nursery school. At 3, I learned what it was like to lose access to my power.
I saw my first musical: GYPSY
I walked into a ballet studio and fell in love with ballet (and / or my ballet teacher and all of a sudden having a tribe of big sisters)
By accident, I found out that my father was gay and that my parents were having an open marriage. I kept this a secret for 7 years.
I finally told my parents I knew their secret.
I took a class in high school called Writing By Design. I wrote my first play about a woman and all of the voices in her head.
I decided not to become a professional ballet dancer (which had been the plan) and went to school to study theatre and english
After not knowing what to do with myself, I picked up a book about intersectional eating disorders (even my eating disorders were multi-faceted!) and learned that a book could heal your life.
A College poetry professor sliced through all of my poems. It wasn’t until making this list that I realized that moment had an impact on me. I had always had this curiousity about writing - I wasn’t sure what kind of writing - but it seemed to be something in between a poem and a personal essay and a dialogue - and I decided to finally take a class in college to deal with the curiousity that wouldn’t go away.
I told a friend (who was also an artistic director) about a dream I had to devise a musical about the food industry in America. I understood that ideas could come out of your head and into fruition, especially if you told people about them.
Big Break-up #1
In the middle of a rehearsal for as a member of the ensemble for a broadway bound production of Kiss Me Kate, I realized that I did not want to be standing on number 8, I did not want to dance in 3-inch heels, and wondered about more.
Big Break-Up #2. I sat on the floor of my kitchen in my studio apartment and whispered these words: I want to be your friend. This was new. And pivotal.
After a period of what felt like massive confusion, I moved to Austin to go to graduate school even though I knew a shift out of professional acting was already happening.
I walked into a graduate school classroom and learned how to find my voice. This is still one of the single most important classes of my entire life.
Sometime in this period I went on an online date with a Mexican dancer / choreographer / entrepreneur from NYC that I thought was more like a networking meeting
I started writing thoughts to a few people over email. I felt surprisingly alive having a tiny space to write some thoughts. They seemed to like it. I kept going.
Big Break-up #3
On a yoga retreat to heal from Big Break-Up #3, a magical teacher walked up to me and invited me to be a part of a circle of women. This is when I started to learn about Sisterhood.
I accidentally started a coaching business
I got certified as a coach in order to heal my own personal wounds.
I started the Collective
Oct 11th. I decided to no longer let my Tiny Terrorist run the show. I can’t bring myself to say thank you to the current “president” but I can cite it as one good thing that came out of that horrific act. (link to blog post)
I had the most honest conversation I had ever had with my parents and we became a family that started telling each other the truth.
I got a group of women together and read this poem aloud. (Then I kept reading the poem aloud because I knew it had something to do with what was to come)
I got back together with Mexican dancer / choreographer / entrepreneur who is now my fiance