I remember the moment I realized that I wasn’t crazy, just highly aware of energy.
I was in my early twenties and was attending my first Hay House workshop. I attended a breakout session led by a woman named Judith Orloff…(I had no idea who she was at the time.)
I was in search of answers because I was secretly afraid that I was crazy.
This was my life back then:
I was shy, mostly awkward (didn’t know how to talk to people), and just always felt “off.” I never fit in. I hated small talk and just didn’t know what was wrong with me.
It was not a regular Monday night. I sat there feeling stupid. I was behind. I didn’t understand.
As the teacher was describing first, second, and third-person verb conjugation in Italian, I suddenly couldn’t remember what that even meant in English, let alone this language that went from being beautiful, to hard and frustrating.
I wanted to run. I wanted to quit. Every time I felt stupid in school came rushing back.
But I stayed. I leaned in.
I practiced the words. I attempted to roll my Rs with my braces and while I’m getting much better, it was hard!