I’ve been reading this amazing book called Light is the New Black by Rebecca Campbell. It’s another life changer for me. She opens the book with her story and then ventures into “coming out of the spiritual closet.” She was a highly successful creative director at a London advertising agency, who realized her soul’s calling to be a Lightworker. Before making the transition though, she worried about what people would think of her new spiritual awakening. I can totally relate, after growing up in a small town in the south, where everyone has an opinion about your personal business. We are all raised with some sort of idea about who we should become and some way of living our lives that we are supposed to follow. “Oppressed” is very much an adult identity.
Being an only child fueled my overachiever personality trait, as it was up to me and only me to make my parents proud. Having grown up extremely poor, my mom wanted me to have the childhood she never had, so I was a part of every club and every after school activity my small town had to offer. I’m grateful, because it also gave my curious self a chance to explore many different things, from music to sports.
I’ve always been fascinated by the stars in the sky, angels, past lives, reincarnation, karma, witches, fairies, mermaids, mystics, psychics, spiritual people, and the like. From my earliest memories, I have always migrated towards these subjects. Luckily, my parents were open-minded and allowed me to explore these things without harsh criticism, fear, or guilt. I was allowed to both attend church and read Harry Potter as a child. I am probably most grateful to my parents for allowing me to explore my imagination and be my true self, without judgement.
In school, however, this was not the case. I was the “weird kid” that didn’t fit it. I didn’t have a lot to relate to other kids in my town, aside from sports. On the court or track, I could be an equal, but find me anywhere else and I’d just be sitting there with my Sony headphones on, listening to a CD and counting down the days until I could move.
Now that I’m enjoying my last few months in my twenties, it’s interesting to look back on my path so far. Somewhere along the way, I got the idea that I need to be working 40-50 hours a week from a stuffy cubicle, logged into a computer and competing with everyone around me for as much recognition as possible so that I can take maybe one decent vacation a year and afford all the meaningless stuff I could clutter my life with. It felt more like a type of prison than the adult life I dreamed of having as a weird kid in Arkansas. I blamed everything else around me for not being happy: It’s because I’m in Arkansas. It’s because my husband doesn’t want to take a leap with me. We leaped and moved to Dallas. It’s because it’s still the South. It’s because it’s TOO big of a city. It’s because it’s Texas. Then my health took its second most severe turn in my lifetime, because when you are angry and stressed all the time it wreaks havoc on your body.
Fast forward to now, I left my marketing career track. I decided to start a health coaching business. I took a flexible gig as a flight attendant to fulfill my insatiable desire to be everyone at once and add more adventure into my life. I’m working on coming “out of my spiritual closet” and fully embracing my spiritual loving, intuition having, magical life! I’m answering the calling of my soul. The part of me that knows, as Rebecca Campbell says.
What is your soul calling you to do today? Who are you really?