It’s my birthday on Friday. I’ll be 26.
If you had told me two years ago where things would be at in my life, I almost wouldn’t have believed you.
I don’t recognize the me of 2019. Because so many of the things that I thought were me, weren’t.
Just prior to covid – life, and something within me was speaking to something else. At the end of that year, everything in my life began to crumble away. Work, friends, a relationship.
It sucked. It was incredibly confusing. It hurt.
And it was the best thing for me.
The universe was sweeping me away to meet myself. Isolating me so that I could discover who I am and the things that bring me to life, so that I could bring those things to the world.
Because there’s a reason I’m here. And it’s big.
Nature is looking for people who are ready and willing to take action for her.
I happen to be one of them.
Now, sometimes people misjudge me or don’t fully understand (sometimes). It used to bother me.
Now, I realize that no one is responsible for my life and the reason I’m here, except for me.
It helps to drown out the noise to focus on what truly matters.