Part 3: My Harvard Senior-Year RESET —

Taking the time to BE ME

If you didn’t read my last two posts on 🍤 Shrimp Chips (a journey in self-awareness) and 😳 What it Means to Scramble (learning to hear your voice), check them out to get the bigger picture.

Learning to hear your voice and trust it and speak it into the world is a big deal for your overall health and feeling like you're living the life you want to live. I'm sharing key moments in my journey here to
1) help you get to know me and
2) let you see it's about the story, not the destination.

Nowadays, many people who know me as an integrative physician, cranial osteopath, and mom see that I have a lot of ✨💖clarity, intuition, and trust in my life. Like anyone, it's a process and a practice, that I've loved developing over the decades.

It wasn't always so! I've had ups and downs like anyone.

Although, there were moments along the way that my voice came through loud and clear.

Like my senior year at Harvard.

There was some drama over my senior thesis, a research project in the department of cognitive neuroscience.

Nothing illegal and too much to get into here. Let’s just say that it involved professors yelling at each other! Academia can be intense.

Anyway, poof! 💥 My project was dismantled.

I had spent about half my senior year on the project and 3.5 years on my major. Both were gone because my major depended on finishing a thesis.

It was a bit of a shock.

All of a sudden, I had to come up with something new. 🤔
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I could have wallowed in the time wasted.

But, honestly, I didn’t. For some reason, I felt alive! I got a chance to start from scratch.

So, what did I do?

I signed up for everything I had wanted to do but hadn’t had the time for.

My priorities flipped! 🥰 It was time for me to be me.
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I’d always wanted to learn how to dance, so I took a tap dance class at Radcliffe with a friend. 💃 We were horrible, and it was the best! We decided we wanted cute tap shoes, so outfitted Sam & Libby shoes 🥿 with metal taps. We could never get more than a wimpy, wispy sound when we tapped. Oh, the instructor’s face! Sometimes, not knowing what to say, he just didn’t comment at all when it was our turn.

I also did a few other things:

I joined intramural crew. 🚣‍♀️ The boathouse was right outside my dorm, so how could I refuse? We practiced at 5am, and again, I was horrible! Sometimes, when my arms got tired, I would just skim the water with my oar. Shhhh!!! Don’t tell!!! And forgive me, teammates!
I ran the Boston Marathon 🏃🏽‍♀️ as an unofficial “bandit” after training for 3.5 months.
I found every ethnic bakery 🥖 in Boston and Cambridge and took my friends on tours.
I sewed a last-minute costume for my friend’s dance team. 🧵My replacement was dreadfully misshapen. (Who knew how much spandex changes shape when stretched?) But something was better than nothing!

The point here was that I woke up to myself! 🤗 I could hear my heart and what it wanted. I listened to it. I trusted it. And I expressed it in everything that I did.

It’s all about doing NEW things, having courage to start over, trusting in my own unique voice, and risking not being good at it. Because you’ve got to start somewhere.

That kind of momentum made me feel like I could do anything! 🙌💓

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And, I feel like this is just the kind of thing that we need in 2020. This year has challenged us to our core.
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It’s time to
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⭐️ get to know yourself
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⭐️breathe
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⭐️ trust your voice and
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⭐️ express your love into the world
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💖 For the last two months I’ve been working on a major healing project to help with all of that. 🦋
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It’s a GIFT to all of you, and I’m ready to present this baby to the world.

The thing is, this is so important to me that I want to tell you about it LIVE. I’ll explain more today at 4pm EST on YouTube, Facebook, and Instagram.

I would so love for you to join me there. There’s something about getting together at the same time that is magical.

But, don’t worry, if you miss it, I’ll send out a recording afterwards.

This is one of the biggest things I've organized, and it's been so hard to keep it to myself for this long.

With love,
Dr. Dijamco