Carrie Ann Inaba

I've always been someone who can't seem do what everyone else is doing. When my mind tries to go one way... my soul inevitably refuses. Meaning if everyone is going straight down the road, I either have to turn left or right, or stand back and watch, or even turn back to start again. It creates dissonance in my body. This refusal felt like failure at times... but ultimately it always led to something intriguing, and ultimately better for me.

This is why I lean towards experimentation, and the process more than the outcome. I lean towards reaching in directions that I don't see others doing because I know from seeing them do it, that it can be done. (And don't get me wrong, I celebrate that and am often in awe of it.) But there is no need for me to do it as well. There is however, a need for me to do me.

It sounds simple, but the discovery of self is a life long process.

Lately, I've been thinking about my social media presence. Like many of you, I have mixed emotions about it. And living with makes posting a life filled with adventure and red carpets difficult. My nature is like all of you. I want to connect and share. But my fear is that my real life will be judged as "sad" "dull" "boring". However the TRUTH is my life is anything but that.

I live in a small outward appearing world.

But my inner world is infinitely rich with depth, emotion, and endless curiosity.

I've decided it's time to use my pages the way I really want to, to share my private self. Not the "celebrity" ...not the "Carrie Ann Inaba" (said with a British accent), but the striped down human being beneath it all.

So here begins a new chapter.

Join me as I step into the unknown. 🤍🙏

Yesterday was quite a day.

I was on my way to NY for something I am very passionate about. But had a small "medical emergency" on the plane.
I very suddenly felt quite ill.
And while it seemed like food poisoning, I also suddenly broke out into a cold sweat, got dizzy and my arms went numb. Normally I handle most of my health things on my own. Like many people who live with autoimmune disease, I travel with a health tool kit and am prepared for the worst, but this scared me. And while I was locked in the restroom, we were also experiencing turbulence and the flight attendants had been asked to sit in their seats as well. I didn't want to have anyone else put themselves at risk... but when my arms went numb, it was time to ask for help.