Lately I’m sitting across the table from Multi-millionaires and Attorney Generals.
To all the astrologers and philanthropists out there — Am I about to glow up and break through? Let’s hope so.
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Experience life through the lens of an artist, I’ve always needed writing to process and feel, and dancing to embody and heal. A couple of times, I’ve been called an emotional savant. I dunno, I think I’m just an average Jenny from the block.
From a young age, personality assessments had me pegged as a diplomat. I was encouraged to become a peer mediator, and I often served as the family's mediator at home. As I’ve gotten older, definately after puberty and especially as I approach perimenopausal age now, the peace keeper in me oscillates between diplomat and debator (depending on where I’m at in my cycle). But one thing is for sure, I’ve always been able to see more than one side to a story.
Definitely a divergent thinker. Also an elder millennial.
A fun fact about me, born in late August of 1986 in Vancouver, BC, is: I’ve met at least a dozen people with the same birthday as me. My first-grade teacher. The five of us who graduated from high school together were cute. A grade 10 social studies teacher. In 2017, my youngest nephew was also added to the list. Some folks tell me they’ve never met anyone who shares their birthday.
Ain’t that something?
This crew of birthday buddies and I, we were all born under a blanket of stars, said to be performers and healers — the Leo/Virgo cusp — or the “Cusp of Exposure” so it’s called in astrology: Leo, the performer and a leader, Virgo, the healer and a teacher.
I’ll let you be the judge.
I can tell you this much: I’m into that woo-woo shit. A Leo sun, an Aries moon, and a Cancer rising. Generally, I’m very direct and outspoken. Sometimes, though, like all of us, I can be a sensitive gangster. My emotions sometimes get quite loud and impatient, but I’m deeply analytical and genuinely comfortable being called out or called forward. As the youngest in my family, with siblings ten-and-a-half and eight years older than me, it was a common occurrence as a kid. I think that’s where a lot of my self-awareness comes from.
Early teachers recognized me as equal parts left-brained and right-brained. It was suggested I could skip grade two, but for some silly reason, I talked my young self out of it. Maybe it was because I had a crush on an older boy, and when the girls in that grade asked me about it, my cheeks flushed, and I was too easily embarrassed. Definitely, there’s some Enneagram Type 4 wing 5 in me.
Anyways, this is just a lil introduction for now.
If you’ve made it this far, please do me a favour: enter your email address on the Contact page. I’ve got plenty more entertaining — and hopefully inspiring — anecdotes to share. Including:
Stories from a chapter of life that I spent as a designated driver for some of Vancouver’s ultra-high-net-worth individuals
What it was like getting ‘almost pregnant’ with one of Canada’s brightest brains (you can read about that one on Substack [006: Different Pregnancy Announcements & The Whoops Theory])
And an embarrassing story about the time I sat down for a tequila with Roger Hardy, founder and CEO of Clearly Contacts, Coastal, and now Kits Eyewear.
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— Sarah, TwT || This Woman’s Truth™
