Forget "Location, location, location."
I say, "Authenticity, authenticity, authenticity.'
Cresting toward 50 has crossed some kind of "Ark of the Covenant" seal within me. Let's call it a second midlife crisis or a career trauma-induced spiritual awakening that has recentered me around my one true passion — music. Or just sound in general in the form of rhythms, vibrations, and frequencies.
I recently revisited some (very) old College books on musicology, ethnomusicology, composition, and the fundamentals of audio in biology and throughout human history. This brought me back to "The Healing Frequencies of the Ancient Solfeggio Scale."
Maybe you already know this, and I'm just new to the game, but the highest form of vibrational frequency is not love but authenticity.
Yes. Authenticity. The highest form of living life is to live authentically – being the truest and the best version of yourself.
And that is precisely how Natanya Wachtel, PhD. — the author of this fantastic sentiment I am reposting — and I grew a friendship and professional camaraderie as quickly as we have. When two authentic personalities collide, the resulting constructive interference pattern is a magnet of permission and trust for honesty and vulnerability.
Maybe (or maybe not) this is a GenX thing, but we're at a time in our lives where the "No Ego and No BS Allowed" sign hangs outside the door, and we've got zero time or room in our lives for neither veneer nor verisimilitude. Leave your sales pitch and drama outside.
Don't sell yourself. Share yourself.
And that is what happened.
And with that, I echo Natanya's sentiment right back at her.
Genuity, vulnerability, honesty, and "no F's to give" are the cornerstones of authenticity. These days, with our social media goggles on all the time, it's harder than ever to see past the rime beneath the mask.
There's something to be said about the "Back In My Day" trope that has nothing to do with technological advances (phones without cords!?) or persevering on what hasn't aged well, such as eating paste, living a feral life in your single digits, and Eddie Murphy's Delirious.
Now it's time to take my Anacin, Doans, Dexatrim, Contact, and Mercurochrome for the bloody knee scrape I got at the playground on a rusty slide baking in 95-degree summer heat.
"For whatever reasons, Ray - call it fate, call it luck, call it karma... I believe that everything happens for a reason. I believe that we were destined to get thrown out of this dump." — Ghostbusters
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