The Power of Speaking your dreams into Existence.
For the past three years, I’ve been envisioning a life of taco trucks, weed dispensaries, Laguna Beach and just one Childish Gambino sighting. More than that, I’ve been obsessing over a career in becoming a television sitcom writer. It’s inevitable. I’m an only child, the only shows I watched growing up was FRIENDS and Freaks & Geeks and I’ve already dated two Stand-Up comedians. Clearly, sitcom writer is my calling. So one random three o’clock in the morning, after my nighttime splif and binge watching Jerrod Carmichael interviews. I literally cracked open my bong where I had $150.00 in cash and I booked a one-way plane ticket to Hollywood.
So you’re probably like “Christina, everyone moves to LA, what makes your story so special?”
Nothing really, but have you cried wolf about something you’re going to do for the past three years to EVERYONE? Every 365 days its constant deja vu. Goes a little something like…
“Christina I thought you were moving to LA” -Douchebag #1
“Yeah, you shouldn’t go. You’re not mature enough yet, you’re not ready.” -Douchebag #2
“Oh, Christina you’re so dramatic, you always tryna do something and go somewhere. Just sit down.” Douchebag #3
Have you combined, collected and organized different neighborhoods you want to live in, applied for jobs, followed and added every Los Angeles Mexican restaurant on social media? Its been exhausting explaining why I’m still cramped in my Brooklyn apartment, working a dead end 9-5, where the janitor calls me stupid and my boss makes more money in a week than my yearly salary.
When I made the announcement I was moving to LA in 2013, I was simply rebelling against my mediocre film school education. Imagine paying $30,000 a year to sit in a class watching Disney movies and writing a summary on what we felt. Nonetheless, I was gonna receive a degree for watching Disney movies and writing a summary about it. C’mon, I had to give Brooklyn one more year!
When I made the announcement I was moving to LA in 2014, I was in the worst situation of them all. I was in love. Love will have you feeling invincible. Like the world belongs to just you two and no one can come in. The only problem with that is I was losing sight of why I believe I’m on this Earth. Don’t mean to go off on a Kanye rant, but I truly believe we as a human race are here for a specific reason. Whether it be a Foot Doctor, President of the United States or a Comedy Writer, we were all born with a specific gift and or skill. It is our job to figure out what that is and use it to somehow help people or something. Long story short, this love was keeping me from my path and I once again missed my window to LA LA land.
When I made the announcement I was moving to LA in 2015. I WAS READY! Oh you could not tell me I wasn’t going. This time I was single, Grad school was over, I visited LA on my own which solidified my decision and I was in production for my first web series. The series I would bring and show Judd Apatow on his smart phone while we’re coincidentally stuck in an elevator somewhere in Culver City. That series. So when my window opened. Why did I immediately close it? My web series was a disaster, happy hours every week really adds up, did I mention my job was five blocks away walking distance (Super convenient!) my mom is all the way in North Carolina by herself…by herself.. I don’t think I’m a great writer, Skid Row is a real place and real people like me end up there. No one is going to like me, I’m nowhere near cool enough to be part of “LA culture”. Oh and did I mention, I’m broke.
“Excuses are tools of the incompetent, set on monuments of nothingness. Those who use them are of no use.” -My Sorority Sisters.
When I made the DECISION to move to LA in 2016. I was different. I was silent. I asked God for strength and guidance. I cleared my mind and made the conscious decision to step out of the box I’ve been comfortably nestled in for twenty-seven years. First thing I did was write in my journal. I said “Journal, I’m moving to Los Angeles, CA on June 1st 2016. Nothing and no one will stop me. I stopped going to happy hours, I studied my craft, I entered writing contest, I asked for help, I was patient and then when it was time, I jumped. Even when it made sense to take a couple steps back, I pushed myself to keep going… Now I’m here… Let me tell you… it feels so damn good to chase my dreams.
Can’t say I did not speak this move into existence. I just had to realize the importance of my existence and execute what I already have inside me. If you have a vision, it will come true. Keep that vision in your head and close to your soul always. Don’t ever let it die, because you never know, three years later your vision could fruition and you must be ready.
Remember, we’re here for something and while paperwork and filing may pay the bills, are you fulfilled? If not, what the hell are you gonna do about it?
“Fear is real but its stupid. Fear will have you stuck, complacent and eventually bitter.
Don’t .Fear. Shit!” – Me
P.S. I’ll always love you Brooklyn. Peace.