There’s a fine line between having goals and going with the flow of the universe. I used to drive myself crazy worrying about the future, planning, and ultimately beating myself up if life didn’t go the way I “thought” it “should” go.
There was a long period of time where I ignored my intuition and stopped following my heart in order to fit in with the world around me. That only got me right back where I started: at the drawing board. Perhaps I am much more of a square peg in a round hole than I thought, because I can only fake who I am for a very short period of time before I find myself irritable and discontent.
Over the past year, I’ve taken baby steps to be honest with myself and others- even when it feels extremely uncomfortable.
It’s been ten years since I graduated from college, and over this past decade I’ve lived in a handful of cities and worked a variety of jobs. However, my heart has always guided me back to writing, creative endeavors, and entrepreneurial ventures. Of course, we all need to find ways to make money, but my calling was never to go to school to obtain a certain degree or license to perform specific job duties. I’ve always been a free spirit. My degree, entrepreneurship, has left my options extremely open, which has caused me to run in circles, wondering which option to choose.
All I truly want is help people, write, and bring good to the world.
Just the other day, someone asked me where I see myself in ten years. I answered as honestly as possible: “I see myself as a published author with a little house on the beach.”
Do I see myself climbing the corporate ladder? No, I never did. Do I have still have aspirations of being a fashion marketer in New York City, an attorney, or an editor for someone else’s publication? Not anymore.
I suppose what I’m trying to say is that if you keep doing the same thing over and over, you’ll keep getting the same results. It’s time for me to do something different. I am just not sure where to begin: so I’ll leave it to the universe.
I’m sure she has something even better in store for me than what I could ever imagine.
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.