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Episodes

  1. Before ‘Elevation’ Comes Separation

    3 DAYS AGO

    Before ‘Elevation’ Comes Separation

    My love, the threshold you’re about to cross requires a steadfast, secure, confident mindset. OLD AND NEW EYES WILL BE ON YOU. -- STAY READY SO YOU DON’T GOT TO GET READY The phases of moving from what one might call wilderness to promise, isolation to the crowd, rehearsal to showtime, hibernation to spring . . . ‘Behold, a new thing!’ You get it. I am aware that I’m currently walking on a bridge — the middle ground connecting two parallels. I’ve been through seasons like this before, so I can recognize the patterns. Right before elevation comes separation, and within the process, revelation. What you do with the in-between is completely up to you. In many phases of development, my spirit has sensed that the part of the cycle I’m in is preparation. I know the power of waiting. I used to be a visionary when it came to tangible goals and physical blessings. But as I mature, the vision I carry now is less about what I want to obtain and more about who I am becoming as I reach the breakthrough. For example, right before I met my husband, I entered a season of singleness that tested my faith in companionship and expanded my capacity for love. Prior to us meeting and becoming friends, I left a friend group. I spent a great deal of time alone. It was a ‘just me and God’ space. I lived by myself in a one-bedroom apartment, and some days those walls felt like they were closing in. Disclaimer: This is not a message suggesting that wholeness only comes from being in a relationship because that isn’t true. But in that season of my life, I had a clear vision: “The next place I live, I don’t want a roommate. I want it to be with my partner. I’m ready to share my life with someone — the day-to-day, the mundane. I want to build and create my own family.” I deeply desired marriage, and I refused to let anyone discourage me from it. I also refused to feel ashamed because I was ready and others were not. “You’re too young.” “You talk about this a lot.” Yes, I did. That’s what you do when you believe in something. I wrote about it. I spoke life into it through music. I kept my expectations high, even through disappointment. And without realizing it, I was already in the vicinity of what I was hoping for. It was never about if. It was about when. Another example goes back to a fourteen-year-old girl having faith she would move to Georgia to pursue performance art because she had outgrown her Elyria roots. The physical manifestation began with auditioning for a new school. Even when that dream was delayed, she never saw it as denial. She trusted what she heard from that still, small voice. She could see before she could see. What that voice is whispering to me today is this: “Share this with someone who is in this same place, because the word I’m speaking over you is for them too.” Ara's Archives is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. TO WHOM THIS MAY CONCERN Hey, Siri! Cue Jill Scott. ♪ I’ma go head and be great, why not? My love, the threshold you’re about to cross requires a steadfast, secure, confident mindset. OLD AND NEW EYES WILL BE ON YOU. It is not the time to be unsure of yourself. That’s why the development has been this extensive. When the light hits your corner, oh trust . . . you are going to shine. Do you hear me? SHINE. The truths you’ve gathered will expel lies. You are a representation of healing and the joy of humanity. BE OKAY WITH TAKING UP SPACE. You are not too much. You are enough. YOU ARE CLOSER THAN YOU THINK. See what I’m about to do is I’ma walk in this room and I’m gonna let them see, God, Jehovah’s will, all over me. ᯓ‎𝄞 WHILE YOU WAIT Here are some actionable steps to take this week. * Spend intentional time in prayer and meditation for 30 minutes to an hour. No distractions. Whatever helps you land on the inner destination of Love & Peace so that you hear clearly and that your divine download is streaming from the right place. * During that time, be a scribe. Write down the vision even if you’ve done it before. Document the exchange. * Intentionally place 5 words of encouragement around your environment (i.e., phone lock screen, bathroom mirror, car dashboard, a bedroom wall, refrigerator, etc). Think of it like love notes to yourself or kisses from God. Be reminded of the ‘substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen’ throughout your day. * Keep applying and seeking after rejection. You are seed sowing. Eventually, something will blossom. ‘Bloom where you’re planted.’ * Embrace change and whatever you feel called to let go. * Give grace to yourself and then extend it to someone else. * Abide. Remain steadfast in discipline. SOMETHING GREAT IS ON THE WAY. Enjoy the process of becoming the person who is ready to receive it. There is more in store, ARA Recent episodes below. Listen now! Get full access to Ara's Archives at arasarchives.substack.com/subscribe

    5 min
  2. Why Collaboration Feels Like Competition

    21 FEB

    Why Collaboration Feels Like Competition

    Hierarchy, exclusion, and the messy reality of 'community' -- NOTE: If you’d like to have your work promoted on an episode, please read the invitation section near the bottom of this post. Details listed below. SILENT STRUGGLES WITHIN ‘COMMUNITY’ Sometimes, as a creative person, I find it difficult to rest in simply sharing my work. Online spaces can feel over-saturated with independent content, self-help gurus, and endless advice about ‘how to succeed’ or ‘how to grow your audience’. And there’s always the reminder that just because you’re talented doesn’t mean your work will get the recognition or attention it deserves. Creating for yourself is one thing. I actually know many private, hobbyist artists who are happy in that space. But, if I’m honest, I don’t want my art to stay private. I want the time I spend pushing through, trying to capture a moment in raw, authentic expression, to be valued. I also wonder how true collaboration is supposed to look as an adult. It was easier in school, where environments were designed to foster teamwork to complete assignments. Now, outside of that bubble, it feels like people lean toward competition. A lot of people want to be number one, to have their own thing, which makes combining ideas feel threatening. Somehow one person will end up feeling small or someone needs to be ‘the head’. I keep asking myself: How do we co-lead? How do we invite partnership instead of falling into ‘you work for me’ dynamics? How do we better support diversity in creation? Who are we overlooking but not helping? It’s like choosing to invest in Walmart instead of a small local business when they carry the same product. Meaning, as consumers, we fund what’s already popular and convenient. Transparently, I’m guilty of it too. We often treat exposure or visibility as a measure of worth, showing favoritism toward what’s shiny, ignoring what’s quieter, less known, but just as meaningful. That idea brings me to James 2:1-4, which speaks about favoritism. But it’s not just a church problem — it’s universal. Even in church, hierarchies often determine whose gifts get recognized. In college, I visited many churches where if you weren’t ‘in favor’ with the pastor or a family, you couldn’t exercise your gifts. You were stuck in volunteer roles that benefited the church itself rather than your own growth *(all labeled as ‘servanthood’). The same pattern appears in other spaces: local organizations, non-profits, companies. It becomes the cycle of the haves and the have-nots. A few get all the access, recognition, or opportunity, while the rest are left on the sidelines or killing themselves to keep up in a system that isn’t designed for them anyway. Often, it’s not about hard work alone but about ‘who you know’. That definitely gets exhausting, surely does feel fake, and overall it’s discouraging. So what happens? Everyone starts doing their own thing. And that’s understandable! Why wait to be seen? Especially, when there are too many tools available to remain hidden. Consequently, the result is a gap in true collaboration. Sometimes, I’ve made a lane for the misfits, only to find that the people I invite in don’t want to share the work or leadership. They want the credit but not the effort. Going back to church, especially in revival-focused communities, people measure success by how many belong to ‘my church’ or ‘my Bible study’. Leadership becomes more about exclusivity than community. Planning events, maintaining attention and favor, rejecting anything unfamiliar . . . again, the same patterns repeat. Ara's Archives is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. I’m just tired of it. People constantly promote ‘you need community’, but what does that actually mean? The dictionary says community is: * A group of people living in the same place or having a particular characteristic in common. * A feeling of fellowship with others, as a result of sharing common attitudes, interests, and goals. Yet, the practice tends to fall short. We are told to join, to participate, to collaborate but why? Do you really have to ‘play the game’? What some people teach as strategy is just flat out manipulation. Stop using people as resources and actually invest in relational wealth. There I said it. Not just for you, but for my own convictions as well. And if you’re wondering . . . Yes, there are people to help us along on the journey without always having deep intimacy or closeness. But, do you actually care about the person, not just what they provide? Or is it really all about your needs? When you take, is there anything you can offer back? It may not be something monetary or physical. However, a simple ‘thank you’, ‘I see you’, ‘I appreciate you’; lending your time, ear, or wisdom goes a long way. Ask someone how they’re really doing beyond the work or moment. See the soul. Again, not just the strategy. We lack connection and it shows. How can we change that? MY INVITATION TO YOU I want to better support the talents and initiatives of the people around me. Although I’m one person, I will try my best to engage with everyone. Please share at least one digital project such as an article, video, post, podcast episode, or creative piece that you want more engagement, feedback, or review on. Three ways to share (your preference): * In the The Archives [Group] chat here * In the comment section of this post * Email kiaraimanproductions@gmail.com I’m so excited! If you’re open, I’d love to promote your work on the next episode of Ara’s Archives too. I am also open to collaborating on other ideas if you have any. Just let me know! Until then, ARA Recent episodes below. 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    6 min
  3. What It's Really Been Like: Rebuilding Post-Baby

    19 FEB

    What It's Really Been Like: Rebuilding Post-Baby

    Where do I even begin? Maybe the birth story? Actually, no! That one deserves a whole series if y’all really want the full picture. So for now, let’s just start right here. Baby, I don’t know about you . . . but 2025 was hard. To all the mamas snapping back, seriously, I commend you. That was not my story. Let’s just say the emergency c-section — EMERGENCY C-SECTIONED. “Baby’s head is being squeezed every time you contract. The heart rate is dropping.” What in the Grey’s Anatomy is this? Those words paralyzed me. The epidural was at full capacity. I could feel the tingling sensation moving throughout my legs, but they were useless. “Come on, we need to keep turning her.” The nurse tried every possible position. Nothing. Then, fear seeped in. “I’m sorry. You’re not dilating enough.” The shakes. The chills. A mental coldness that reached my bones. I accepted my fate. Blue wall.  Burning flesh. Hard tugs. Weight released. First scream. Rush of emotions. Where are you baby? Where is my baby? I hear you, but do not feel you. My pain arising. What’s happening here? “Doctor, I don’t feel so good. I’m numb but I feel a deep pain in my chest.”  Anesthesia. Somebody  get  me  some  g&#%!  ANESTHESIA. White light. Blackout. “Kiara. Kiara. Can you hear me?” All a muffling blur. “Hi, sweetie. I’m just trying to keep you warm…” BE GENTLE Listen to me carefully. Pregnancy and postpartum are such vulnerable times for women. It is different for each person. Be careful not to box anybody in. What works for one may not for another. So, be aware. Be gentle. Be respectful. Be kind. You see, I didn’t need people walking me through their idea of motherhood with overbearing presence, unsolicited advice, and enormous expectations. I simply desired support that encouraged self-trust alongside reassurance, space to process, and time to heal. For those who paused and recognized this, I truly am thankful. RECOVERY You said twelve weeks? Ha! Multiply that. I couldn’t even poo for like the first two. Baby, I don’t wish that on my worst enemy! When I walked I felt like my insides ‘was falling out’. Breastfeeding while having no core connection was a flex. Unfortunately, I ended up back in the hospital because my heart gave out due to labor and delivery stress yet prayer changes things. Amen? I experienced several miracles on that cardiac floor. Love through fear, protection through pain, covering through discouragement, and healing despite doctor reports. Praise be unto God! Slowly, day by day, my body showcased its superpowers. I wear my cape proudly. I did it. I carried and gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby. I suffered and endured, and I got my reward. There is so much eternal light and love shining through our tiny human. My husband and I try our best to parent in a way that allows our baby to reveal who he was already divinely created to be, instead of projecting our own narratives onto him. It is a beautiful journey watching him unfold and reveal himself as he grows. This is what recovery has been for me. The real me could only be revealed through a challenging chisel, one that stretched me, pressed me, and is still sculpting me into something wonderful. The ongoing healing process is mental as much as it is physical. I’ve had a wake up call to identity and the importance of shifting when your season does. The more I tried to hold on to a past version of myself, the harder it was to embrace who I am now. Do you find yourself holding on to highlight moments or times of grief, constantly looking back but struggling to stay present? If so, let go and live on. REBUILD AND REPLENISH My word for the year is replenish. Now that I’ve spent enough energy releasing it’s time to refuel. My foot is on the gas but not like it was before. Reaching goals looks different. It’s less about results and more about sustainability. I am creating systems I can maintain even on my weak days. Since transitioning from being an over achiever to resting in excellence expressed as high achievement, I can confidently say the standard is just me. While I’m inspired by others, I now relish the freedom of being released from comparison. This season of rebuilding has been my own marathon. It’s been looking like * Working out consistently because I want to love my body (more on this in another post) * Creating without validation * Ideating and executing * Documenting the ups and downs * Keeping faith and vision in the forefront * Patience, consistency, and perseverance A lot of this is invisible work yet what I’m most proud of. This feels right. This feels good! Your public life is the symptom; your private habits are the cause. CHALLENGE I completed day 11 of my personal discipline routine. It includes a specific focus on health and wellness, but I want to encourage you to think of something that would require at least 21 days of commitment. What is something you keep complaining about but neglecting? Do you find yourself feeling jealous, inadequate, or low? Where can you better show up for yourself? What will foster growth? Whenever I’m starting over or embracing a new chapter of development, I think of the snowball method. Start small until momentum rolls in. What is one actionable step you can take to begin? Whether it’s a project, for weight loss, a spiritual evolution, relational investment, removing distraction, or something else, I want you to know someone’s cheering you on. If you don’t have purpose partners in your life at the moment, I’m honored to be one. If I can rebuild, you can too. No excuses. But promise me this . . . Do it because you want to, not because you feel forced to keep up. I hope you unlock newfound strength as you make progress. If you want to join in, I’d be more than happy to host a community for us. Ways to stay engaged: * Leave a comment sharing your start date * Text me in The Archives [Group] Chat here * Respond via email to kiaraimanproductions@gmail.com with the subject title “21 Day Challenge” Chat more next week, ARA Get full access to Ara's Archives at arasarchives.substack.com/subscribe

    9 min
  4. Notes From The Unseen

    11 FEB

    Notes From The Unseen

    Pushing past critics, judgment, and perception to create the kind of content that feels most aligned. -- I’ve written quite a few posts this week, but none of them felt right to share publicly. So instead . . . I’m choosing to be more intentional and release only when the light bulb turns on with the inner voice confidently saying, “yes.” MIND RENEWAL It’s okay to refrain and wait. Trust your intuition. Don’t rush to be heard, seen, or witnessed. This is the beauty of creating from the driving force of “what do I want” instead of “what will people like.” Mm, mm, mmm! I can taste liberation in my work — finally! There is a difference between sharing to be seen vs. sharing because something in you needs expression. The first is external oxygen. The second is internal fire. WHAT TO DISCUSS NOW There are several topics floating around and well, what the heck — why not talk about all of them! I’ll begin with the fact that I had a moment about a week ago where I started to doubt and almost regret importing an older mailing list into Substack. At first, this was just my little hobby on the internet where no one who knows me could analyze or judge. It felt like a safe haven to begin sharing the kind of content that actually reflects my real self, not the one trying to keep up with trends. I was willing to shout into the void. But, I felt a nudge to invite people in and welcome the opportunity to reintroduce myself. Yet, that excitement quickly turned into anxiety. Did I make a mistake? Will I fall back into being overly edited because I know so-and-so could see this? Why are the analytics bothering me now? I thought I didn’t care, but I fear I’m becoming a spectacle. Whew! So thankful I’m regulating my nervous system nowadays. Because, there I was about to make this about opinions rather than what I felt called to do. What I realize is that I was trying to protect myself from rejection — the invitation was made available knowing others can decline by unsubscribing, disengaging, or worse, faking support while being deeply critical. I’m happy I didn’t run this time. Actually, I’m proud! Hi, folks! This is the real me. Again, take it or leave it. Just grateful you’re here. Which leads me into another chit chat. Come along on this tangent. Don’t mind if I do! Yeah, so . . . I was having a whole debacle in my head after several interactions with people and spaces I once departed from. And, I just kept thinking of this thought where people love (or hate) a version you outgrew yet still see you as that past person. I recorded some pretty angsty dialogue in my processing. But, I’m healing and all that jazz so a part of the practice is to prioritize personal reflection instead of making challenges first about anybody else. Thank you, mentor! Here’s what I concluded: * There’s power in being unseen for a season. It sharpens your discernment. You get to witness how people treat you when they think you have nothing to give. Let them show you their level of interest, curiosity, and care before you can offer them something. There’s value in knowing who wants a genuine relationship with you, beyond your usefulness or their expectations. * Wearing a filter is a waste of energy — eventually you suffocate and have no choice but to take it off. Might as well do it now. MORE THOUGHTS On another note, this quote has captured exactly what I’ve been trying to put into words: “When we change internally and know that our public self-expression no longer matches our internal landscape, we must state publicly, in some new form, that we are different now.” — The Sacredness of Public Self-Expression After Internal Change, Joel Uili Can you recall a moment in your life when a major life change reshaped your entire aesthetic? I’m definitely in a liminal space for this. I stand between knowing myself better and adopting a format of expression that truly fits. For example, I have so much to say but I must find the packaging that will best deliver my valuables to the receiver. I’ve been exploring but I do meet frustration, especially when it comes to music. I have the message just trying to find the sound that’s right for my voice. However, with acting I recently experienced an ‘aha’ moment because I am slowly becoming more clear about my lane. But that required sitting with myself long enough to listen within. Check in: How’s it going limiting outside noise to better hear the voice that should matter most to you? When you become more self-aware to who you are you don’t feel the need to take on a style that isn’t yours. All of our voices have a specific personality. It’s our job to figure out what that is – even if it takes multiple tries. OVERALL I have no grand conclusion or button way to connect the rumination. These are just things that’ve been turning my wheels lately. Cheers to introspection! Let me know if anything resonates, ARA Ara's Archives is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Get full access to Ara's Archives at arasarchives.substack.com/subscribe

    6 min
  5. Redefining ‘Growing Up’: Teaching Girls Self-Love Before Seeking Love

    29 JAN · BONUS

    Redefining ‘Growing Up’: Teaching Girls Self-Love Before Seeking Love

    A reflection on choosing marriage with intention, not pressure. -- “Who you choose to marry is one of the most important decisions of your life.” I heard this a lot growing up, especially when I moved to the Bible Belt South. I look back, smile, and cringe at my 16-year-old interpretation of this. Yeah . . . She definitely romanticized the meaning of sacrament. GROOMED FOR A GROOM Shaped by church, purity culture, and chick flicks — little miss Kiara was determined to do everything possible to become a Mrs. She spent hour-long, prayer walks with a childhood friend and nearly summoned all of heaven for this ‘future husband’. Oh! Trust and believe . . . She was gon’ be somebody’s wife. FLASHBACK TO MAY 25, 2017 I stood in a hallway filled with screaming seniors, erupting into a newfound freedom. Each of us held the golden ticket — a high school diploma. There was a sweet aroma of naivety about the real world to come, as a taste of adulthood lingered in the air. I was so proud of the threshold I crossed. It was literally a dream come true. This E-town outsider finally found her voice, respect, and belonging in an Augusta bubble. To the community of John S. Davidson Fine Arts Magnet School, thank you. After a blur of cap-and-gown photos with family and friends, I finally parted ways with my classmates and headed to an intimate graduation celebration. As my loved ones and I celebrated the moment, I was gifted a surprise. This wasn’t just a party. It was an abstinence ceremony sealing my commitment to covenant before college. Innocently, I accepted. With guardrails in place, I took on another virtue of promise — meant for God but made to people. Can you guess how many times I beat myself up when I failed my end of the oath? Having a standard saved me a lot of heartache, but it didn’t help the shame I felt when singleness was confusing and frustrating. I was often unaware of how that season was a blessing in plain sight. BLINDSPOTS Instead of learning and gaining personal experience, I listened to influencer preachers glorifying marriage above all. The message shouted, “In order to be a kingdom woman you must submit to a kingdom man!” What did I take away from that? Well, maybe I was doing a pretty awful job because I was attracting horny, deceptive boys as a gullible, needing-womanly-guidance girl. But wait! I met them in the church contexts (well some), so what was the problem? I can answer that now. * A lot of young girls are being “prepared to be a partner” to boys who are simply not. * Religious spaces tend to hide the reality of relationships. * In a nutshell, instead of being put on game — I was being played! FAST FORWARD THROUGH COLLEGE YEARS To sum it up, I was naive when it came to dating. There were lessons to live. Eventually, I met a young, lusty, loving boy who, despite our trial and error, was the one that made sense. The thing that stood out most was that we kept choosing each other — messily and imperfectly, but still willing to stay and evolve together. The relationship had its funky moments, the ones that come from young adults definitely figuring themselves out. You know — immature-YN things. Okay! So we reached out to elders and trusted voices when we got stuck or made mistakes. Their advice didn’t fix everything, but it made us pause and notice patterns. Gradually, we learned to handle boundaries and communicate more clearly. Somehow, I thought our mutual dedication might be the key to unconditional love — and its capacity. Very few people can hold that much energy and space, yet he could. Once he did, he settled right there, in my core. My heart adopted a permanent resident. Like, feet-on-the-couch, opening-the-fridge-without-asking level of presence. Very comfortable, always welcomed. We cannot deny where home is even if we wanted to. Ara's Archives is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. GROWTH AND LESSONS After two years . . . I became his fiancé then some months later his wife. Here’s the thing — as beautiful and life-giving marriage is, I can’t switch off the inner world. Love doesn’t replace the work of becoming. Recently, I realized a need to reframe the role of a woman and reclaim my own sense of purpose. Yes, I still value the Christian lens of a union. I also know the exegesis out there isn’t a one-size-fits-all. I’ve come to a deeper understanding: no matter how ‘holy’ or ‘sanctified’ you are, how much premarital counseling you’ve done, or how many accountability partners you depend on — or how seemingly ‘perfect’ your courtship is — a relationship is only as strong as two, healthy people who build themselves and fortify their bond. Growth deserves reciprocation and shouldn’t be up for negotiation. If one pillar is cracked, the structure wobbles. Each person is a pillar. Most of the effort begins with returning inward. Combining life with someone can change priorities, but it doesn’t have to mean self-erasure. Both partners can develop as individuals while staying committed to the team. Regardless of gender, we should be grounded in self-love and confidence before sharing it with someone else. Partnership doesn’t have to convince a woman that her entire essence exists in relation to a spouse and vice versa. Whether or not you choose matrimony, I hope your decision is guided by purpose, not pressure. May the promises you make honor yourself. May you discover love and connection in many forms. And may you find peace on whichever path unfolds for you. Today, we move in wholeness, not in need. ADDITIONAL REMARKS AND REFLECTION I want to thank the older women and men in my life who are so incredibly generous with their wisdom. I am grateful to learn through you all’s openness and transparency. As I reflect, I want to honor my father and mother. Thank you for raising me with exposure to various perspectives on family, friendship, individuality, and partnership. I value both of your counsel and direction. I appreciate the girl you imprinted and for accepting the woman I am designing. To my husband: I love you and celebrate the man you’re becoming. I praise your growth. And yes, I am still praying for you. Get full access to Ara's Archives at arasarchives.substack.com/subscribe

    9 min
  6. The NO that didn't break me

    23 JAN · BONUS

    The NO that didn't break me

    'Everything is a win when the goal is to experience.' Done framing the narrative as failing when it’s about living. -- I was having one of those days where the luteal phase officially turned me into a couch potato. All I wanted to do was watch independent filmmakers and eat. So, I found myself deep diving into TUBI originals — inspired by the courage it takes to tell stories with talent that often lack mainstream visibility yet so valuable to entertainment. And, in the midst I was interrupted with another six-part series of ads feeling like I was back-in-the-day using cable. Don’t get me started on the antenna! Anywho! I heard this melody that sounded very familiar. As I looked up I recognized the tune from the commercial I auditioned for some months prior. I went into hyper-focused, study mode. Would I have matched the look of the actors selected? I guess I didn’t fit the image because the on-camera choices they’re making definitely look pretty similar to my submission. What the heck? Am I not good enough to be apart of something running nationally? More thoughts trickled in as I was reminded of all the auditions I’ve been up for lately, being so close, only to meet closed doors. Most recently, I submitted 3 different self-tapes with two callbacks for a role in an upcoming Netflix series. That began to weigh heavy on my mind again. This time, not rejection (been there, done that). I was wrestling deeply with discouragement. It’s hard to receive encouragement when you could easily quote what someone is going to say before it even comes out of their mouth. “Your time will come.” “Maybe they’re still figuring out casting.” “If not this one, surely the next!” “Keep focusing on you.” “Don’t wait for an opportunity, make one!” And so on. Don’t get me wrong. Those voices absolutely matter. But, what does it look like to have self-talk one can actually trust? No false positivity. No self-protection rooted in ego. No self-deprecation. No wishful thinking. No offense. Just good ol’ faith. I am currently practicing stillness instead of rushing or numbing out of a challenging feeling. I’ve learned to embrace the discomfort but release before despair creeps in. Say it with me: It’s okay to really want something, have hope and intention for it, talk it up, but not get it. We’re human and that’s life. And so what if people see! Frame it as failure or frame it as experience. Your choice! Ara's Archives is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. In order to renew a performance-driven mindset, I am learning to welcome grace and its friend, compassion. There is grace to be wrong. Self-compassion for when the vision doesn’t play out as planned. Criticism would love to take its place. Feel the letdown but eventually let it go. That is constructive. Sometimes I’m tempted to feel like I need to make something of disappointment. You know? Like, “Turn your pain into purpose.” “If it didn’t prosper, pivot.” “Blaze your own trail.” This time I don’t want to. There is nothing to prove. I am still talented. I am still passionate. I still want to be an actor. I still want to be a storyteller. I don’t know if my life is supposed to be mass-produced. It may be someone else’s identity I’ve adopted. I have to continue declaring my audience will come. The resources I currently lack to tell the kind of stories I dream of will meet me on the journey. I believe it. But for now, I will keep capturing the process. The no’s. The progress of regaining confidence. The losses and wins. The rehearsal period. The evolution of hoping to be picked to choosing myself. The growth. The timing of me seeing the commercial wasn’t to get me down. It was motivation to get off the couch and be consistent in what does make sense in this season. Though I don’t understand how or when things will shift for me, I will be grateful for this time to continue developing. I hope you reframe your disappointments and remember there are appointed times for you. Until kairos occurs, sit in exactly the spot you’re positioned. Pause. Rest. Breathe. Be. Daily reminder: You are enough. Oh no! Wait. Here comes an interrupting thought. “Your time will come.” Ahh that voice again! Breathe in. Breathe out. NO. It’s not about a future moment signifying worth. The achievement starts now. The reward is accepting today as is with expectation the dots will connect. You and I are many chapters. As long as there is breath, the pages are still being filled. Enjoy the details. Note to self: You don’t need a role to realize you’re starring in the best film yet. Your life. May it be heard and well-respected one day. Who knows. Maybe someone will be witnessing it from their living room too. Get full access to Ara's Archives at arasarchives.substack.com/subscribe

    6 min
  7. When do you let go of a dream?

    19 JAN · BONUS

    When do you let go of a dream?

    Sometimes I question if it's delusion or destiny. This is a reflection on being close to breakthrough but not yet striking gold. How long should we hang on? -- The dream . . . no matter how much I bury it — it will not D I E. What is taking so long? What am I doing wrong? What am I missing? What do I lack? Can I please get a sign that I’m not chasing a lie? Is my inner child being scammed into believing in a “big break”? Why does my heart break at the thought of my true desire? I keep forcing myself to “surrender” but it feels like a people-pleasing way of saying, “Actually, I’m giving up.” For as long as I can remember I dreamed of being in the entertainment industry. I went to a performing arts high school, started college pursuing theatre and finished with a communication degree. The day I graduated I booked a role in a movie called Praise This. Naively, I thought, “Oh wow! This is my break!” Only to realize majority of the speaking lines I had didn’t make it past the cutting floor. As an actor aiming to build credibility and a reel, it was tough. Did I give a bad performance? Was I not good enough? All echoed in my brain. I felt I had something to prove, especially when people I collaborated with before applauded then jabbed. “How come they only gave you like two lines?” Do you not understand how hard it was to make it to this point? I felt belittled. This sparked ego and another layer of unhealthy obsession with overachievement. I was grateful for the experience but I couldn’t help wanting more opportunities to showcase my talent. I wrestled a lot with imposter syndrome during that time while being mesmerized a small-town girl like me made it to a Universal Studios set. Following the premiere, I coasted off the hype of working with well-known talent everyday for 3+ months. I packaged the story enough to open other doors, using the buzz to connect with a local arts community. I directed shows and taught drama workshops. I thought I was doing what felt right but the visionary in me got choked out. Honestly, I thought I’d go farther than my feet landed. There I was, filled with passion and expectation only to be sent back to an environment that did not match my timeline nor the version of myself I imagined in my head. * I don’t see myself being background or profiting off someone else’s light for the sake of exposure. I have too much to say, contribute, and influence. * Being associated with higher level people doesn’t guarantee you’re actually heard. I’d rather have belonging and respect than clout. People flocked as quickly as they disappeared. * Done are the days of playing small. It got me nowhere in the long run. In the midst of my artistic endeavors, I entered corporate America. I balanced both the dreamer and the business woman. I got paid a great deal from the film plus a salary that helped me achieve my personal student loan, debt repayment plan. I worked three jobs to pay it all off in 6 months. I was determined to have financial independence. I realized I did not want to depend on my art alone. I wanted to be free to create without worry of how it’ll pay my bills. Creating from desperation is stifling. I was living the 8 to 5 working adult life by day and grinding creatively at night. I poured a lot into the youth, so much that my cup was emptied. I began to neglect my own craft trying to help others build theirs. I was no longer running over. My well of aspiration dried up. Drained, I eventually removed myself from spaces. Went into isolation. Focused on cultivating other areas of my life. In the process, I was led to a rebirth. Yet, the shedding and evolution never took away my longing. I sometimes feel delusional for hanging on to hope because reality isn’t lining up. However, is it possible I have managed to remain in alignment? The journey has taken some turns. But, what if I’m still in route? Opportunities that once came at an overwhelming pace now seem few, far, and in between. I try to capitalize off every moment just to meet a dead end. Still, I keep creating in my spare time. Making music despite being rejected the collaboration support I desire. Taking myself through artist development and rediscovering my why. Connecting with those that really love me. Embracing the holistic guidance of my mentor. Valuing the depths of lived experience. Auditioning whenever I can. Feeling deeply and healing gradually. All while hoping my art catches up. My soul cries, “Please don’t let this be all there is!” Fear arises time to time. I get scared. I don’t find it useful to pretend I don’t. Am I hanging onto potential? What if I’m lost! Did I miss the path? Only time will tell. So, here’s to another day of patience. I’m not ready to let go. Are you? Get full access to Ara's Archives at arasarchives.substack.com/subscribe

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