I was 24 years old and in my first year of grad school when I lost my voice. Only this time, it was serious.
Heavily immersed in the classical music scene, I was very accustomed to these vocal "patterns" where I'd rehearse my brains out, perform slightly hoarse, and rinse + repeat. So when the doctor diagnosed me with vocal nodules, I about fell over.
Little did I know that my entire world turned upside down. Six weeks turned into six months. And by the time I was able to sustain my high C's again...
Something inside of me changed.
For the first time in my life, I heard my own voice. My inner voice.
I began asking the "quarter-life crisis" questions:
Is this career sustainable? Do I truly want the life of an opera singer?
And between the tears after my voice lessons and tea practically coming out my ears, I already knew the answer.
At 25, I got curious. I took music business classes. I became obsessed with health + wellness. I dove head first into books on entrepreneurship. All the while finishing my degree in a profession I wasn't even sure I'd commit to.
At 26, I left everything behind to live in a van. And yes. Down by the river. My boyfriend (now husband) and I traveled to 28 states in 10 months - not to escape life, mind you, but so life wouldn't escape us.