I had my own little private Camelot for awhile. Life was grand. It was a magical time. I had tons of friends. I had a great guy. I was a cheerleader. I seemed to be good at almost everything I tried – dancing, acting, academics. I absolutely loved my life. I was happy and life worked.
And then we moved.
I might have done better jumping off a cliff.
I had lived in a few places previously, went to different schools in various parts of the country. But I had never before experienced cliques.
I went to Urban Dictionary to make sure I was spelling clique right. This is what they had to say: “Clique – Why i wish i wasn’t a teenager – A group, typically of teens, who exclude all who don’t fit into their stereotypical image of perfection, and conform to all the rules of this “perfection”. Often think they are showing outstanding originality and individuality, when they are in fact exactly the same. And this is the same for all subcultures. Usually hate “opposing” clique for no good reason other than they perceive/have been told that this is the right thing to do. Like to label people, so they don’t have to regard each human as an individual.” (I love Urban Dictionary, its the only place I know to look for what all those goofy little initials mean in text messages)
I went home in tears practically every day for almost a year. No matter what I tried – how I dressed, what I did, who I talked to, what I said, it just never seemed to work. I was miserable.
My heart and happiness were somewhere else – stuck in a tiny town in New Jersey. And slowly over time all those I loved in New Jersey began to write less and less and eventually not at all. Out of sight, out of mind I decided. (This was, of course, before cell phones, text messaging, live chats on Facebook, the internet, and email – a time when long distance calls were expensive. So we wrote letters. Too funny! No wonder we lost touch.)
It’s not like every single moment of every single day was terrible. I had many great times too. I made a few good friends. I went out with some really wonderful guys. I created numerous fond memories.
But rejection and having people say cruel things to and about you is a hard thing. I eventually learned to be cruel back – which was even worse. Being unkind is fundamentally against my nature.
I just couldn’t wait to get out. So, I moved out of that town and into my own apartment the day after I graduated from High School.
And as soon as I got out, the magic began again. I soon had many new friends. I met a great guy and was engaged almost immediately. I had a job that I enjoyed and it paid well. I was getting a degree from a great school. I was President of the student Chapter of the Institute of Industrial Engineers at Virginia Tech. We had 300 members. Obviously to hold a position like that, I had attained a certain level of popularity.
No-one’s life works all of the time. But it can always be more magical and more fun. Sometimes the day to day can be difficult and we lose our zest and passion for life.
We all want to be happy and to have our life work. That’s why I make the products I make and offer the technologies I create.
Do you remember a Camelot time in your own life? – A time when you were happy, you were acknowledged and appreciated, and your life seemed to work. It’s time to reclaim it now with The Essence of Camelot and the accompanying CD by Richard Shulman from which it was created.
Camelot Reawakened is an awared winning CD with full orchestra and vocals. The melodies and musical soundscapes literally take you into a magical place.
With or without the music, the essence is fabulous! Life seems magical when you are bathed in that frequency. It is one of my favorites. Synchronicity seems to increase. I always get better parking spots when I have it on. And it puts me in a great mood. A friend of mine put some on before giving a massage. She was exuding such a happy presence that her client said, “I want some of whatever you’ve been doing.”
Let’s all get back to Camelot, shall we?
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