It’s hard to believe that ten years ago this week I packed up my things at Central Michigan University and headed to Metro Detroit to start my first post-college job. One called-off engagement, many career changes, endless lessons and six cities later, I think I have life figured out just a little better than I did at 22 (fingers crossed!).
That said, I have been feeling very nostalgic.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my purpose and what kind of career would make me feel fulfilled. It’s been about two months of deep thought and I think I have it down- I no longer have a desire to be a “woman in business,” to move up the ladder, to have a fancy title or to “lean in.” No, my purpose is deeper than that- I simply want to help people. Social services, writing and encouraging others. Spreading positivity and sharing experience, strength and hope. Whether or not this results in being a “female entrepreneur” (ugh, I detest hype and buzz words), the least I can hope for is to make a difference in a life or two.
As I begin to write the pages of the next chapter of my story, my spiritual growth and continuous self-improvement, I have wide eyes and a clear mind. I am beyond grateful to the supportive community I have been welcomed into, the opportunities to serve others and to even brighten someone’s day through my photos and words.
As I manifest the life I hope to live, I am nothing but optimistic for the future, as I know I simply have to speak my truth, stand up for what I believe in and be kind- both to myself and others.