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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I 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, teachers had me pegged as a diplomat. I was encouraged to become a peer mediator, and I often carried the role home with me as well. As I’ve gotten older, the peacekeeper in me waxes and wanes between diplomat and debater (depending on where I’m at in my cycle). You might even call me a devil’s advocate.
One thing is for certain: I’ve always been able to see more than one side to a story. Definitely a divergent thinker.
Also an elder millennial, born in late August of 1986 in Vancouver, BC.
A fun fact: I’ve met at least a dozen people who share this birthday with me. My first-grade teacher. The five of us who graduated from the same high school. A grade 10 socials teacher. There were more that I’m forgetting. And, 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 born under a blanket of stars, said to be performers and healers — the Leo/Virgo cusp — or the ‘Cusp of Exposure’ I’ve heard it called. Leo: the performer and a leader. Virgo: the healer and a teacher. I’ll let you be the judge.
I’m into that woo-woo shit. A Leo sun. Aries moon. Cancer rising. Generally, I’m very direct and outspoken. Sometimes, though, like all of us, I’m a sensitive lil gangster. My emotions can 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, a lot of the bonding between my siblings and me came through repair conversations after I’d stolen their CDs… again. I think that’s where a lot of my self-awareness comes from, having much older siblings.
Early teachers recognized me as equal parts left-brained and right-brained. It was suggested I could skip grade two, but for some silly ‘ol reason, I talked my six-year-old 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.
That’s the crab and the Cancer in me. Peircingly protective of my vulnerability. Definitely, 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 an era spent as a designated driver for some of Vancouver’s ultra-high-net-worth individuals.
The grief of getting ‘almost pregnant’ with one of Canada’s most brilliant brains [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™
