S1. Ep. 19 | Are you Being "Shoulded" On?

<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Dear listener.. who is scared. </span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Stifled by walls built by you, based on other people's expectations.</span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;"> Or what you believe to be others' expectations of you. </span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Agreements you have made about who “you should be” or had to be based on perceived pressures. </span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Dear listener, how do I know this about you? Because I used to be you. </span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">For example, I went to law school not because I really wanted to be a lawyer but because writers and artists, and people with philosophy degrees were perceived as destined to be starving and without financial options. I really wanted to be a poet (the hungriest of writers of them all) and a writer, and at that very moment in college, I wanted to be a radio DJ. I’m laughing at myself now because it took me literally almost 25 years to cycle back around to be a writer and now a podcast host. My radio voice was destined to find a home.</span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">But I had to be a lawyer first. A very miserable lawyer, I might add. A lawyer with a drinking problem to numb the feeling of an amputated soul in the transactional lack filled and adversarial environment of law firms. I got to write a lot of legal briefs and contracts but it wasn’t helping people. It definitely wasn’t helping me become abundant or joyful. It quashed my creativity which is why I drank, it made me feel dead inside because it was a suppression of myself to put myself in this box, this mask of a lawyer. And other lawyers were always telling me I was doing it wrong anyway. I laughed too much, I tried to solve problems versus giving people things they didn’t need.  </span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">And how did I get there/here? My mom, my fiance, societal beliefs about artists, econ majors at my school, all “shoulded” on me. And I inter