My birthday is a little over a month away and this year is no different than all the others. A wave of depression starts to set in as I see all the people I know advance into their careers, obtain letters after their names, and I’m still sitting here trying to find my niche.
How can the girl who had things all figured out become the woman who knowsabsolutely nothing about how she plans to get ahead and succeed? I’ve helped countless people throughout the years get on their feet. I’ve motivated, inspired, heck I’ve even invested in peoples dreams, but for me, I’ve got nothing.
Truthfully, this might be the reason why I started blogging. I wanted to help others who may be experiencing the same growing pains as me — those who are unapologetically navigating through this place called life. I wanted to share with us that we do have a purpose. Something more significant than any one of us or how we see ourselves.
This is the real reason I keep writing; I believe I can make a difference. I know that one day someone will come to me and say, “You speak the sentiments of my heart, and It’s because of that, I didn’t give up. I felt understood in my misunderstood world. You kept me going when I had no clue what I was doing or where I was headed. Your perseverance became my strength.”
To some, this may seem a bit far fetched. To others, this may seem like a bunch of nonsense. That’s okay; you’re all entitled to your opinions. By the grace of God, I’ve been delivered from public opinion years ago. Around the same time that I learned to love myself, and accept myself for who I am. (That’s for another post, another day.)
For me, this is an extension of my mustard seed faith — the ability to see what my natural eyes can’t. The ability to understand and fathom something the world’s smartest men and women can’t seem to grasp; in humanity, we all need one another to survive.