I believe everything that happens to us, happens for a reason. Yes, even the bad. Although we may not deserve it, we can learn lessons from it, and that is a reason in and of itself – no matter how painful that can be to swallow.
Somewhere along the way after rewatching my absolute favorite show, Sex & The City, for probably the tenth time now (I wish I was exaggerating), and the excitement of the newest part of the franchise And Just Like That (the revival that aired Dec. 9th)… I couldn’t help but realize I haven’t yet written about my girlfriends. And what’s a better time than the month of love? Girlfriends, although a different kind of love, are no less important than any other relationship. As Mr. Big famously said about his beloved Carrie to her best friends, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha,
“You three know her better than anyone, you’re the loves of her life. And a guy’s just lucky to come in fourth.”
There has never been a more important case & trial and there has never been a media more silent than today. This month’s blog could have been a number of topics filled with my very typical positive perspective, optimistic relationship and life advice, or stories of me and my family’s past… and since it’s a New Year and the end of the holiday season, the options were pretty much endless… but I decided against it and I quite literally am choosing to write the complete opposite of my usual pieces.
Every year as the New Year and holidays approach, I reflect. I quite literally evaluate every aspect of my life and the previous year so that I can approach the next year better. Although I’m not the best at confrontation, or the biggest fan of it… I do enjoy confronting myself and being open and honest with myself and my life. I meditate over what I’ve done, learned, loved, and what I want to do, learn, love next year. From goals to relationships to career path to self-care, I allow myself to not only sit with it all but feel it all so that I can give gratitude to the past year, while preparing for the next.
This time last year, I was preparing for my big move to South Florida. I signed a lease in three days, packed up two suitcases, and booked a one way ticket to PBI. Looking back, I can physically feel what I felt at that moment and it overwhelms and excites me every time I think about it. If I could bottle that feeling, I would. In some ways it feels surreal to say I’ve been a Floridian for a full year, and in other ways, it feels like the most natural part of me, like it’s where I’ve been and belong forever.
In the past couple of years, I am sure we all have learned many lessons that we hold dear… the value of being kind, the value of life, the value of health, the value of freedom, and the value of time with our loved ones are some of the most common things I am sure we all share.
You may or may not have realized last month I didn’t write a blog. I started and deleted my writing about four or five times, and felt disappointed and overwhelmed with it every time I began. For better or for worse, I happen to be one of those writers that if I’m not 110% confident and happy with it, it’ll never see the light of day. Maybe it took me a whole extra month to finally start and commit to this piece because it’s the topic that I hold dearest to me and affects me on every level, every single day.
Witold. Izabela. Natalia. Dominika. My father, mother, sister and me.
When my sister and I were little, we realized our initials spelled wind in age order and ever since, it’s just been our family thing. But we’ll get there… for now let’s rewind to Poland circa mid 1900’s, where my family (as I know it) really began.
In honor of May being Mental Health Awareness Month, I wanted to take the time to discuss a bit of my own journey, while also creating a space for others to share and find comfort in Unscripted – a place of no filter, reflection, hope, and of course, my path to the live theatre and entertainment business.