Bye-bye, Dawson Creek. Hello, new adventures!
By Natasha Files | Twitter: @natashafiles
It feels like yesterday that I packed my things, hopped on an over-priced flight and moved to Dawson Creek, BC. Somehow the time has flown by and amongst my whining about -40° weather and small town drama, I have grown and transitioned into someone who feels ready to embrace my next season of adventures.
This week I am relocating to a new province and city, with a new job, school and program and no expectations, except to excel in school. Anything can happen! Instead of fear, I feel anticipation for the many crazy moments that are to come. I was blessed to land a job as house mother for nine teenage ballerinas (aged 12-18), so I am expecting surprises–as well as excitement about discovering who I am amongst the layers of transition.
The word to define my current emotional state is: “complete.” Amongst the rawness of saying goodbye to a town I love and the eagerness of moments to come, I am resting in the present rather than trying to jump ahead. My last day of work was emotional as I wished clients and colleagues well, then packed up my office. But as I organized my files, I was reminded of the many lessons I have learned over the past few months.
Most importantly, I have learned to mindfully engage with the moment in which I find myself: no matter how uncomfortable or emotionally overwhelming. I have learned to acknowledge my state and respond accordingly. As a girl who historically has taken some drastic measures to avoid emotions, I am pretty stoked to be walking (and loving) this middle path.
My first Masters level class starts in less than a week and I have already received assignments and been asked to read the whole textbook. Eeek! I have never been the girl who loves doing assigned readings and this time is no different (I have had to bribe myself just to make it past page three). That said, the first four pages of my social policy textbook are filled with gems of information.
The first chapter emphasizes that our identity does not come from age, race, culture, language, economic and job status, sex, religion, citizen/immigrant status or health. I was very impressed to read a Canadian social policy textbook that made such a bold statement about identity. I know in my heart that my identity is more than the above list, but I often find myself striving to accomplish another goal before fully loving who I am or where I am. It comes back to embracing the present moment and accepting myself exactly where I am, without pulling in identifying stereotypes.
These past few months of northern seclusion have helped solidify the relationship I have with myself, but now I want to allow that insight to be communicated consistently. Yes, I am moving to a new city and can easily be identified by my job, schooling, religion and economic status, but I am choosing to break the confines of that comfortable box and challenge myself (and others) to notice me for who I am when all of those factors are stripped away. For example:
- What is my character and how do I present when no one else is around?
- What makes my heart beat and what kind of friend am I?
- What am I passionate about and how far am I willing to go in order to accomplish my dreams?
So, my SheLoves sisters, I am curious to know:
1) What have you learned from your current season?
2) Where does your identity come from?
3) (This last question is a bit of a selfish one): What advice would you give to someone who is about to become a “mother” to a handful of teenage girls?
Natasha Files is Case Manager with a Mental Health and Addictions Team. She has experience working with youth and adults struggling with a variety of life-controlling issues and she specializes in eating disorders. Natasha’s passion for mental wellness began when she personally experienced the impact of a genuinely caring professional. That passion is paired with a love of espresso, only to be overshadowed by her desire to see women set free from life-controlling issues.