I still remember the days I prayed for the things I have now. If someone told me a year ago that I’d fly the coop and move out, be able to drive again and buy my first car, be married, work at a company doing what I love (as a technical writer), heal myself mentally and physically, be able to wake up at 5am every day, and stabilize my finances… I would literally look at that person with confusion as ask if they’re talking to right right person.
“Who me?” Me… the girl who has a crap-ton of student loans and credit card debt. Me… the girl who stopped driving her car because she racked up her insurance from getting into three car accidents in one year when she commuted 2-3 hours in LA traffic ever damn day. Me… the girl who made just enough money from freelancing to pay off debt, and still has to live with her parents for free. Me… the girl with anxiety, who has such a hard time getting up early because she stays awake all night stressing about life and wondering why she always has to cross paths with toxic people. Me… Me?!
It’s such surreal thought now. Rachel-circa-2015-to-2017 is a completely different human. I remember her in figments of my memory, and I remember the feeling of pain, confusion anger, frustration, helplessness… A lot (A LOT) of things had to go horribly wrong for me to end up where I am today. I’m stronger because of it. I’m have more inner peace. I don’t aim to be perfect, I aim to be better than I used to be.
Whatever walk of life you’re currently walking. Keep pushing forward. I can’t promise your life will change as drastically as mine, but I can promise that you’ll never know what possibilities await you one year from now if you don’t keep fighting the good fight and pushing forward.
x love and light,