Nina vs The World

I never thought I'd see the day where a teenager would correct my modern lingo. Granted, I've never been one of the prominent cool kids, (saying words like prominent may not have helped either) but I held my own among the community. I certainly wasn't the one responsible enough to be in charge in a group, and as the youngest sibling I remember the time when adults would sigh and say, "You have so much to learn." Then something happened to me in the last four years. What exactly was it? Avoiding loud parties, preferring a Friday night in bed watching Netflix versus dancing til dawn is a side effect for sure, but what's the underlying cause? What do people call it these days? Oh that's right .. Getting old. As I type those last words, I realize in a way, everyone alive is getting old, so I'm perfectly normal. In fact, maybe even blessed, as some people don't live long enough to age. Still, when you reference a movie or a song and your audi

Living in a first world country at first glance, seems like the perfect picture. Ample job opportunities, education prospects abound, varied and accessible places to find food, laws set in place to protect us, safe roads, a plethora of entertainment options.. Convenience and comfort at an affordable price. It's no surprise millions migrate to the US (and other first would countries) every year to find their patch of ground and get a taste of this life. But what's the cost?  If we step away from all the glittering gold.. Living in a world that offers this and more has its definite drawbacks. They're not apparent at first, but they come attached like the fine print footnote you decided to click "I read and agree" to without so much as a glance. Even in this charming, promising bubble of a world, major depression is one of the most common disorders. And almost everyone at one point experiences episodes of anxiety, panic attacks, and staggering levels of stress.

Another year, another venture. That's right! Yours truly is slowly making her way in the freelance world. It feels great to be the master of my own schedule again- to stroll supermarkets at 11 AM while simultaneously meditating in peace and quiet, to read an entire book cover to cover comfortably -enjoying a remote lake location at an hour most are chugging away in the afternoon grind-, to almost begin to forget what a traffic jam feels like, and alas- perhaps God's best gift to freelancers- visiting the gym during quiet hours- and having the wonderful pleasure of choosing a row of empty elliptical machines. But enough about the best life ever. Let me tell you a little bit about my newest offering. It's really not all that new- but I have decided recently to take promotion matters into my own hands and put my services on the market- as a voice talent. As a kid, I always imitated the voice of telemarketers, commercials for corporations, and even telenovela ads. I re