(Disclaimer: I don't often write super personal posts like this about my feelings, my dreams, and my insecurities. Please be kind.)
In many, many ways, I am so lucky. I have a family who supports me in any crazy thing I do, an amazing guy who loves me and accepts me for all my wackiness, a faith that has gotten me through so much, a house that may be tiny but is safe and comfortable and cute and all mine, a car that works, and a job. I have more than most people on this planet can ever hope to have. I am fully aware of this and eternally grateful. Nevertheless, I constantly feel as if I'm wasting my life, wasting my younger years, wasting whatever talent I may have, wasting a degree that both my family and I sacrificed so much for me to able to get.
I have dreams and things I want to do and visions for how I want my life to be, but I feel like I haven't figured out how to make it happen yet. I'm constantly plugging away: writing, working, creating, applying for opportunities, but the breaks seem few and far between. A lot of times, I feel too old, like I missed the boat and there's no way to get on it.
A few months back, I commented on a
post by Grease + Glamour about people who won't give up on their dreams. She took the time to respond to my comment and in many ways, her response has been the fuel to my fire to keep going, to not give up, to keep trying to do this....
