I was 25.
I hated my life. I felt like I was the one person on the planet that was good at a lot of things, but not great at anything.
I felt like I was wasting my talents, whatever they were. Because my god, I had to be worth more than peddling Coach purses in the mall day in and day out.
I felt like my genius escaped me. Whatever that was.
I come from a nice family. No horror stories here, no super-poor, super-sad upbringing. Just good, decent parents. Both working decent jobs making decent livings. Enough to supply me and my siblings with everything we ever wanted and needed.
And that’s all my parents have ever wanted for me.
No one ever asked me to be great.
No one ever said that going to school, getting a degree, getting married, and settling down with a nice man was not good enough. <- I said that.
Somewhere along the road I decided that I needed to be GREAT. I needed to be exactly what I wanted to be. I needed to succeed in a way that I had seen no one before.
You see, growing up all I have ever seen were people who hated what they did. They worked to make money, and that was it. They LIVED for the weekends, vacations, and holidays.
But what about the other 245 days of the year?
Getting a “real” job for me meant hell. It meant giving up on everything I ever wanted: freedom, limitless income, and time with my daughter. It didn’t take me long to realize that I didn’t want that for me. The idea of a “real” job meant restrictions, giving up a life I wanted, and no time to really LIVE.
So I started a blog…
It wasn’t always this one, my first love was a dating blog called Maneaters. I celebrated womanhood, talked dating stories, inspired women, and journaled online for the whole world to see. I was vulnerable, brutally honest, and ALIVE. All from starting a blog.
I figured out that I could make money doing something that I LOVED. Something that I had a passion for. It was such a foreign concept to me. I had been trained to think that work should be “work” and not enjoyable, but through blogging I found that I could inspire others, love what I do, and make money doing exactly what I want.
I want to teach you, and every single person I come in contact with, how to do just what I did. How to turn whatever it is you are passionate about and make a life that you truly love.
I have by no means “arrived”, but I love where my journey has brought me so far and where it continues to take me everyday. I wake up and choose to pursue what I really love and the life that I really want.
I want to give you the tools to live your passions. Not just on the weekends, but EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.
Truth is, if I can do it, so can you.
And it’s less about what you know, or have learned up until this point, and EVERYTHING about what you do right now.
And the first thing you have to do… DECIDE.
I had no idea the shit storm I was stepping in when I quit my full-time job to pursue blogging full-time. I had no idea how much heartache and stress and the hard lessons I would learn about myself and the one’s closest to me.
I jumped. (And prayed there was something better on the other side).
I’ll be the first to admit my life has been a whirlwind ever since. But this is a whirlwind I created, on my terms, doing something I believe in.
And that… makes every second so much more worth it.
Have you jumped yet? Tell me about your experience with blogging. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments!
OH and get the emails. It’s not a revolution or anything like that. Just me, in your inbox, sharing dope shit each week.