YOU HAVE A VOICE, AND YOU HAVE EARS
Being born in a 1st world country and living in Los Angeles, I am fortunate that I never had to fight for basic rights in a way that others across the globe have to. I take for granted that electricity will flow through the light switch and illuminate my kitchen. I don’t think twice about putting on brightly patterned leggings that express who I am as I walk out the door to work. I’m not limited in going where I want, when I want, however I want, unescorted by a man.
Personally and creatively, I have always felt like I have had to fight to be heard or had to prove myself in order to achieve things. I begged for voice lessons as a child, but it took compliments on my singing in a church talent show to be granted permission to get them. I auditioned twice before a prestigious acting conservatory would admit me. I was passed over for a position on a CEO’s desk, but was hired a few months later because I was persistent in maintaining contact with them. I’ve had to really put in tremendous hard work in order to earn each and every trick I’ve learned in flying trapeze.
Having to fight for my dreams and to be ‘seen’ has taught me many things along the way. Gratitude for hard work paying off. Re-calibrating any unhealthy need for validation. Celebrating that I am a beautiful woman regardless of any achievements, because none of that ultimately defines me (good or bad) as a human being, in the end.
What I realized is as well is that if you want to be heard, you must also listen. Conversation is not a one- sided monologue where you just push your voice out there like a freight train and expect everything else in life to shut up. Our environment mirrors what we put out there. If you want a hug, give one; if you want to be received, then open your arms and listen. Having a giving spirit that expresses its voice is a beautiful thing, but we must also be receptive. We must give focus instead of hogging it, put our ego aside in order to receive the response coming back to us, and step outside of self-absorption to commune with the universe those dialogues it shares with us on the journey of life.
Stylist: Peggy Khoucasian / Writer: Christie Cole