Sometimes, it felt like I was skinny dipping in a fountain, in the middle of the park. You know, that realization when you’re under a public microscope, dangling between professions, deciding how you want to spend the precious time you have left in life, yet unable to declare with confidence what you do – feeling bare naked and exposed to everyone you know and love. That has been my experience for the past 5 years.
In the late 80’s, I used to go to St. Francis Xavier Church on 16th St. and 5th Ave. in Manhattan during the middle of the day, to sit, mostly alone, and contemplate my future direction. I am not a religious Christian, but there is something comforting about a large church with stained glass windows and statues of hero’s that summon one’s courage. I was entering my Saturn return; Jesse Helms had just bled the NEA dry of most grants to Performance Artists and I was out of a job. Terrified mostly, I prayed for guidance and talked to the Saints.
I found myself in graduate school, soon thereafter, preparing for the next 25 years of my life as a dance/movement therapist. I discovered my soul during that time – I also grew up. You see, my life story up to that point was marred by drugs, sex, suicide and denial - balanced with dance, art and performance. I was the resilient one, with angels at every corner. Becoming a therapist was the smartest thing I could have done. I had a plethora of experience to call upon and personally, it was more healing then any analysis – it was full time psychotherapy!!
I worked in inner city psychiatric units and danced with those seeking order or a reprieve from pain. After 10 years, I set out on my own and created programs for kids and families on the autism spectrum using the creative arts therapies. My business was a triumph until 2008. The recession was a buzz kill for so many. The next 4 years I downsized and plodded along and by 2012 I was bored - I yearned for the creative process.
I’ve spent the last five years swimming in that park fountain looking for clarity. In my mind’s eye, I would go to St. Francis Xavier Church and call on the gladiators of ancient times for strength and courage. I went through my second Saturn return and trusted the right path would unfold for me again. I surrendered and the Angels rushed in. As a good friend recently said, “The part of you that needed therapy is now all set”.
I decided to volunteer and write for a project that was near and dear to my heart. That service became a passion. Who knew I could write? I started to experience complete paragraphs coming to me upon waking. Downloads - I call them. It was clear that I had found my next calling. I studied copywriting and continued to learn all I could about online, offline, inline writing, and anything that furthered my ability to write another line across the page. But then I thought, can ‘I’ just decide to become a professional writer?
One night, recently, perusing some online articles, I air dropped a copywriting document from my phone to our iPad. My wife was on the iPad, reading, and asked “Did you just send something over?”. Me, “Yep”. She said, “Something just came in saying document from Jane Haney”. Jane Haney is my mother, who died in 2012. Blew my mind. That was all I needed to affirm I was to follow this path.
Therefore, I declare, I am SoulCopy - Copywriter and Storyteller for Wellness Professionals. I have heard thousands of stories of the inner workings of our collective psyche. I know what connects people, it’s their stories. A well told story that is honest, transparent and vulnerable, engages the heart and builds trust. These are the marketing tools of the future. Let me write your story.