“If I am always waiting, I have little time for being.” Yung Pueblo

I received an email notification that my chart had been updated. So I took a deep breath and logged on. When I saw that my thyroglobulin was elevated (from 17.1 to 26.7ng/mL), it destroyed me. After all of the crap I went through with my surgery, I was expecting a different and lower result. I messaged my doctor right away, feeling adrenaline racing in my body for fear of needing more treatment, scans, surgery, etc…. I was starting to feel my breath shorten at the thought of my surgery being “for nothing.” All of that trauma not even making a difference. I feel helpless— like I can do everything right, and still have it all go wrong. So… what do I do?

I called up my friend Mark, and said “siren emoji— I think I need a distraction wild night. Margaritas and good conversations.” He came within 10 minutes— I laughed at how much our days randomly aligned when I needed him most, and we were off in no time at Rooftop Cantina in midtown, celebrating life, dancing in our seats, and laughing at the whole matter. It worked. I was distracted for a while! I cried when the mariachi band sang Happy Birthday and Cielito Lindo.

The nurse called me the next day. She said it is either because of surgery inflammation or residual cancer. It’s news that didn’t necessarily make the waiting any better. She wants me to increase my medication dose to 7 days a week, come back for a PET scan in July, and get my blood tested in 3 weeks. So nothing terrible. Nothing dramatic. BUT. Once again… I am invited to live in this space of waiting. Waiting to see how big the tumors are in my lungs. Waiting to get lab results. Waiting to see if the cancer has metastasized to my brain or spine. Waiting for healing and inflammation to go down.

As I type this— I notice my body tense up.

I will continue to investigate how to deal with waiting. How can I find peace in this chaos? How can I help others find peace in this chaos? I am reminded of my former self— 10 years ago, I gave a TEDx talk. What I said then was— “How do you remain standing when your life starts to spin? You choose to be something. Choose to be anything.” In other words, you acknowledge the full chaotic situation and what is out of your control. Then you make a declaration of who you will choose to be here and now. I chose to be brave and vulnerable on that stage. I’d say it worked! I went through a difficult time with more ease, and went into the surgery like “LETS DO THIS!”. I transformed my waiting in dispair to being present….? I still have questions though…. like… can it be immediate? Or is it a slow process? How can community help? What mindfulness practices work best? And then…. how do you live authentically to what you declared? How do you upkeep the declared being in a world that wants nothing but to conform you into a workaholic-addicted citizen of a capitalistic society? Oy. Life.

Healing is weird.
The waves it comes in. Some days I feel like super woman, waking up early, running 3 miles, taking all of my vitamin supplements, answering emails. Other days, it feels like the trauma happened yesterday. The pain feels so fresh, my body feels so heavy, and the littlest word, phrase, or silence can just spark a waterfall of emotion.

I have an understanding of e-motion as energy that is asking to be moved. Today I had a conversation that triggered me, so I took out a timer and I told myself, Okay, Brianna. You can do this. Move out that energy. I am going to give you 3 minutes to cry your eyes out. Go!
I cried. I sobbed. I hugged Juliet. She looked at me confused. I hugged myself. I laid down on the floor. I breathed deeply. When the timer concluded I had two thoughts. 1. I think I need more time, and 2. Why does crying feel so much like laughing?
My face was puffy and wet with tears, as Juliet licked my face with curiosity. I think I could have kept going. But I also need to work on my grading and homework. Life responsibilities. Thank goodness this is the last week of the semester. I need a break.
I am trying my best to be present. I am not where I want to be post-surgery and break up, but I am here. Here in this weird healing grey space of “what the fudge monkeys am I doing and where the hell am I gonna live and how the hell am I gonna make this work?” And I am doing my best. Comparison to my past is hurtful. Measuring myself up to my peers is also detrimental. I feel like the Universe is training me to move forward in my own lane at my own speed, keeping my blinders up.

Another thought that keeps coming up is how important a social media presence is for my career, yet how detrimental it is for my mental health.
I will admit that being and posting as “BriPositive” feels quite fraudulent at the moment. Social media is a psycho game we (artists) all play because we feel like we have to stay relevant and exist for people. But it has swung out of control into this addictive trap of popularity, comparison, and a celebration of false and edited identities. That being said, I am taking a break from the socials to get myself in a healthier mindset.

onward. better days are ahead. and more sunny scooter rides. :)

“A student once asked anthropologist Margaret Mead, “What is the earliest sign of civilization?” The student expected her to say a clay pot, a grinding stone, or maybe a weapon.

Margaret Mead thought for a moment, then she said, “A healed femur.”

A femur is the longest bone in the body, linking hip to knee. In societies without the benefits of modern medicine, it takes about six weeks of rest for a fractured femur to heal. A healed femur shows that someone cared for the injured person, did their hunting and gathering, stayed with them, and offered physical protection and human companionship until the injury could mend.

Mead explained that where the law of the jungle—the survival of the fittest—rules, no healed femurs are found. The first sign of civilization is compassion, seen in a healed femur.“

—as told by Ira Byock 

I am wrapping up my 2 year teaching at CAP 21. I have the gift of introducing hip hop to this group of musical theater students. I learned two things today:

1. Choreography is a difficult and unique skillset.

2. Encouragement and permission is essential for stepping out of comfort zones.

To address #1, I realized that when I gave them the task to make up a four 8-counts, it took some time and encourgement for them to warm up to the idea that they were capable of such a task. For many of these students, this is their first time exploring this style. Most of them enter in a place of timidness, and their growth in loosening up and trusting their body is so inspiring to witness. But creating a shape, in time to the music, with ones body— its a more difficult task than I thought. It was a moment of realizing and empowering myself in the specialty and mastery of my skillset at a choreographer. If we count my 98 degrees dance to “Because of You” when I was 10 years old, that makes over 20 years of making up dances! It’s amazing to step back and acknowledge.

For #2, it is my biggest mission when I teach to make sure my students know that there is no such thing as wrong. There is only style, preference, and commitment. Moving our bodies is so intimate and personal. And time and time again, I find myself working with a beginner population, where they are timid, unsure, and feel uncool. (One of my rules in class: If you feel weird, you are doing it right.) I notice a pattern in my beginners like there is a level of self-embodiment that sits at the threshold of immense growth. For instance, when I demonstrate and dance with them, they look great and seem to know what they are doing, but then when I stop dancing, they forget everything and feel overly self-conscious. Today, I gave my students permission to dance in whatever they wanted. I challenged one of my students to make up a locking-inspired solo, and while at first he was very lost and overwhelmed, I was floored at the embodiment he exuded at the end of 30 minutes. It empowered me to empower him. Who knows where this could lead, or not. But the look on his face after he showed me his choreography taught me that I was probably one of the only people who ever encouraged him and believed in him in that way.

Teaching is so special. I learn so much every day.

Makes me think of the quote: Behind every great artist is a teacher who believed in them first.

“The brain-disease model overlooks four fundamental truths: (1) our capacity to destroy one another is matched by our capacity to heal one another. Restoring relationships and community is central to restoring well-being; (2) language gives us the power to change ourselves and others by communicating our experiences, helping us to define what we know, and finding a common sense of meaning; (3) we have the ability to regulate our own physiology, including some of the so-called involuntary functions of the body and brain, through such basic activities as breathing, moving, and touching; and (4) we can change social conditions to create environments in which children and adults can feel safe and where they can thrive.

When we ignore these quintessential dimensions of humanity, we deprive people of ways to heal from trauma and restore their autonomy. Being a patient, rather than a participant in one’s healing process, separates suffering people from their community and alienates them from an inner sense of self.”

from Bessel A. Van Der Kolk
The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma

sometimes I play a game where I pick a book on my bookshelf at random, flip it open to a page, and read the text as thoughtfully as possible, believing that it was what the universe wants me to hear at that moment. Sometimes it’s silly and meaningless. Other times it is spot on. Now that I think about it— it is helpful if your bookshelf is like mine, mostly composed of non-fiction, self-help, autobiographical, religious, and spiritual texts. (I’m working on reading more novels.)

This is from A New Earth, by Ekhart Tolle.

“The ego doesn’t know that your only opportunity for being at peace is now. Or maybe it does know, and it is afraid that you may find this out. Peace, after all, is the end of the ego.

How to be at peace now? By making peace with the present moment. The present moment is the field on which the game of life happens. It cannot happen anywhere else. Once you have made peace with the present moment, see what happens, what you can do or choose to do, or rather what life does to you. There are three words that convey the art of living, the secret of all success and happiness: One With Life. Being one with life is begin one with Now. You then realize that you don’t live you life, but life lives you. Life is the dancer, You are the dance.”

pg. 115

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This passage opens me up to see all that Life can offer. It invites me to listen to the little voice inside that veers off course. Be present to the confusion. Be present to failure. Be present to hope and success. Being anything else but present to this moment is living in a world that doesn’t exist. I hope I can move through life with less of my ego attached. Let Life move me where I am meant to go.

Qué será, será