04/ 14/ 2017
I’ve heard people speak about the feeling of peaking before. It seems like a common experience for writers. I once listened to Elizabeth Gilbert talk about how Eat, Pray, Love affected her career. Obviously, it did incredibly well, but she felt like her subsequent books would always be compared to that mega successful novel. She brought up too how writing anything after Eat, Pray, Love was difficult.
I woke up on a Sunday in March feeling as though I too had peaked. I’ve accomplished the things I came to New York City to do. I moved here, auditioned for professional dance projects and started working in arts administration. I wanted to be at a management level within a reputable organization, and I am now.
But feeling like I peaked in life? Come one. I mean, I’m only 31. God willing, I have a lot more life to live!
The sensation of peaking wasn’t comfortable. It felt depressing actually. So I acknowledged the feeling by calling it out to my roommate. I sat with it for a little while, and recognized that it’s a valid feeling. After all, I did what I came to New York City to do. Having accomplished those things, it’s logical that I feel like I’ve peaked.
The solution seemed simple after that. All I needed to do was set some new goals. I’ve been thinking about them, but haven’t fully formed anything yet. But I like the feeling of thinking about what’s next.
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