Welcome to my brown bag diaries: I
A couple years ago I started livin’ the dream, my dream. The journey of living until the day that I die and not just existing. Learning how to embrace everyday for what it’s worth — the good and especially the bad. I started working with a non-profit that turned into me working with a lot of students in rural areas. This later turned into me speaking at schools and leadership conferences with young humans who have so much to give and want to learn so much. I then started teaching, in a school with tiny humans — preschoolers and kindergarteners. This filled my freaking heart.
What I learned is that people of all ages are going through hard times. We are all going through life and that it doesn't matter if you are 5 years old or 65 years old. Life happens.
With that said I have felt really strongly. on stereotype crushing and living life by coloring outside the lines. After years of this type of work I finally found a new passion project … this is it. I hope you enjoy my brown bag diaries. It’s just the beginning …
Well … I still remember the first time someone said “well of course she’s livin’ the dream … she’s young, blonde and living on the beach.“
Oh boy, I love close minded individuals (cue some sarcasm). I love the people that put you inside a bubble. I love the people that aren’t happy in their own lives so they gotta bring you down with em.
I am NOT about that. I’m all for making people feel like a somebody, no matter what. To lead with empathy and open hearts. To color outside the lines and not check off societies boxes.
So … when I get a response like that, it irks me. Buttttt, I have always had the same response and have felt the same exact way that I do now. I have repeatedly said “Put a brown bag over my head. I don’t care if you see me. I don’t even care if you know my name. I just want you to hear me. To hear my message. To help me change the world.“
So here’s me, just a human with a brown paper bag over my head. Taking life day by day. Trying to make people feel something. Trying to make people feel like they can be a little more courageous. Trying to crush stereotypes. What’s underneath that bag doesn’t freaking matter. What matters is what’s in my huge freaking heart and my wild mind.
Here’s to my brown bag diaries. The diaries of my soul, not my face. The diaries of honest to goodness storytelling. The diaries of some serious stereotype crushing.
Worry less, do more. Crush stereotypes, be you.