Week 10: I Can't Change Who I Am
Rediscover Yourself (Weeks 1-13)
It's time for a reinvention! You’ll bust one limiting belief every week and re-write your empowering narrative. I’ll provide reflection prompts and fun, doable action steps to keep you moving forward. Use 2025 to reclaim the starring role in your own life story. You’ll be more confident, more curious, and more ready than ever to embrace what’s next.
It’s like Glinda said, “You’ve had the power all along, my dear. You just had to learn it for yourself”
Desperate for change? Yearning for adventure? You have everything you need to live the life of your dreams within you. You just need a little nudge, that’s all!
You’re not set in stone!
I was always a big believer in nature versus nurture. You are who you are, and you can't really change. After all, I’d failed pretty spectacularly at undergraduate college—twice!
Growing up as an immigrant, my dad had one clear American dream for us kids: a formal education (there were four of us all together, and we were all expected to go to college and get degrees, taking advantage of the opportunities he never had. My parents left school at 15, and although they built successful careers, I knew my dad carried regrets (and maybe, if I'm honest, a bit of a shame chip on his shoulder) about never getting that degree. So when we arrived in New Jersey, it wasn’t just a hope—it was an expectation that we kids would all attend university and graduate.
Alas, as "the artsy one," academia didn't seem to be in my future. In high school, I had a singular obsessive passion: theater. I was center stage for every musical, play, and performance opportunity presented to me. I’d attend a half-day performing arts high school at our local community college, then hustle to regular high school classes in the afternoon, only to disappear again at rehearsal ‘til late. My little sister would have to leave dinner out for me because otherwise, I would forget to eat (we were those latch-key Gen X kids whose parents were always at work). Studying? Meh, that was for my older brother, “the smart one.” I was too busy belting out show tunes to care about C’s in social studies. Let’s just say, I never saw myself as an academic, and my grades backed that up.