California is for whoever comes
When I was young, I would always forge my mom’s signature on everything: on school documents, to attend field trips, at the doctor’s office, everywhere without fail. I suppose I never knew what the impact of it was or why the assumed approval mattered so much.
There was a time where I felt guilty for stretching. It seems silly now, but in 2019 I had the intention to “practice being myself.” What that meant was to go to the gym and stretch in front of the treadmill before a run instead of HIDING in a gym bathroom to do so. YES. Hiding.
Trust me, you got this. And if you don’t, Taurus season is right around the corner to catch you.
Exactly four years ago, I moved to the city of Angels. With my best friend, a car full of clothes, and a few snacks, we left the snowy state of Michigan and drove through the country to Los Angeles.
know this is controversial, but I don’t believe you have to be the same person in the digital world that you are in real life.
Four years ago I could only afford $3 meals, twice a day. I would sneak into the office on weekends to steal leftovers that would be thrown away by Monday and felt so bad I would spend the whole day working to make up for the cost difference.
I never liked the saying, “If it’s important to you, you’ll prioritize it.” It’s physically and mentally impossible. Well, at least for a long-time strategy.
We’re creature of habits and tend to select a routine and choices we’re used to and most comfortable with. Most often, these choices are unconscious and therefore don’t feel like things that are in your control.
It takes bravery to follow your dreams and carve out your path when you don’t always know what the journey ahead holds.
So why do I still doubt my power and refuse to blog? Because I’m scared.