In my young adult years, I had a hard time being seen for who I was.
I was always identified by where I grew up, whose sister I was or who I hung out with. Although I loved those aspects of myself, I was more.
As years went on, I had to make choices for my happiness. Choices often opposite of what I thought was expected of me. That meant becoming vulnerable to change and criticism.
That shift came with a yearning to experience more of what life had to offer. I began to look outside the walls put in place by others and myself to live a life God wanted me to live.
I began to capture these experiences in my writing. This became a way for me to purge, process and heal.
This blog is that journey and it continues. A journey full of love, tears, pride and lots of laughs.
Thanks for joining me.
Independence
In my 20s and 30s, I tried to be self-reliant. I found jobs, sought higher education, saved for and purchased my first car, moved into my first apartment in my 20s, and advanced my hospitality career. If I needed help, I could count on one hand, the family, or friends I asked. I rarely asked my parents because I wanted them to see me as independent.