HOW I FEEL ABOUT BEING A 25 YEAR OLD HEALER

I’d be lying if I said I felt 100% sure of myself all of the time.

When the topic of me being a healer comes up in conversation, I have a reflex that makes me instantly humble and apologetic about it. Almost as if to say: “Yep, I know I sound like a total quack.”

I have a habit of jumping to conclusions about what people think about me - do they think I’m naive? Wishy washy? Privileged? Gullible? Delusional? I don’t think I’m any of these things, but my monkey mind always creeps in to create a narrative that somebody out there DOES think so.

When I see people I went to school with graduating law school, executing major events, working in high rise buildings in the city, I'm quietly fascinated. I think of the way they spent the time since school, working their way toward one goal, and seeing it materialize in a job title on LinkedIn, an office, a parking space, a steady salary. And from afar, I’m proud of them!

Sometimes I wonder what they think of me and what I’ve done, how my life looks from their perspective. Do they see us as in the same league of success?

I know I’m succeeding, by my measures. I’ve found my lane, and by golly is it a nice lane to be in. It fills my cup right to the top. I have so much time left, so much yet to discover, so much yet to hone, so many connections yet to be made. The greatest joy of this job is that it will always be changing for better, there will always be newness. It’s something I would choose time and time again, even if it could never provide a steady paycheck. In this line of work, I’ve found connection, growth, intuition, curiosity, glee, and purpose.

It doesn’t really matter to me how others feel about me being a healer, because I know how I feel - pretty bloody good.