Updated: Oct 23, 2020
*SIGH* Does anyone else feel like this somedays? In these 2 weeks, I have not stopped to sit down and write. It’s not because I don’t find this to be a priority or important, but being a creative and financially struggling, young adult in this world is HARD, yo.
It’s been 9 days since I moved out of my first apartment, met my roommate who I connected with online, and… became unemployed. I no longer work at a full-time job with benefits that had me “financially stable” while paying off the debt that I have (student loans… go figure). And, with the stability came a lot of mental instability. I was living the dream job up until the dream unveiled itself into the reality that it was, which wasn’t the dream. In no ill vain, I genuinely loved what I did but felt my place was no longer there.
Was it a risk? Yes.
Was it irresponsible for no longer being employed? Probably.
Should I have had a backup plan before becoming unemployed? Most likely.
BUT, let’s be real. Nothing in this life is secure. I’ve learned it the hard way, but I believe in the power of the Universe and how it literally PUSHES you where you need to be.
I’m a strong believer in #manifestation. (Yup, hashtag that B) Many things in my life have been manifested and in the end have become a part of my story. (Maybe someday you’ll see it on shelves near you?) Reflecting on 13-years-old Barbie, I recall always dreaming BIG. I obsessed about someday living in Los Angeles. By the time I was 18-years-old, BAM! it happened.
I knew no one in the Golden State of California. I had no friends. No family. And lived off less than $5K a school year (if at that). When I was applying to colleges, my dream university was to attend the University of Southern California. And, BAM! it happened. And, constantly daydreaming about Zac Efron and… BAM! it hasn’t happened, yet. ;)
Nonetheless, putting jokes aside, I manifested all these goals into my reality.
A reality I wanted to sit here, write about, and share with you. However, my story is still being written and to go into the detail of things would not serve you because I am not in a place where I am fully happy with my life. I am still figuring out my purpose because I believe we all have one. Some are obsessed with figuring that out (ME) while others are content with riding the wave.
You do you.
And so, once Oprah narrates my life and/or podcast (Work In Progress meets Super Soul Conversations… can you imagine?!) then that is when I can tell you to stop, listen and live by these principles. To honor the title of this post, a decision like the one that happened last week is ultimately unforgettable but a hard lesson in life that I needed for my book.