In The Name of Safety... or Everything I Would Have Missed
Inhale. Exhale. Keep going.
People have been telling me all my life that I can't do things... because I was a child, because I was a girl, because I was young, because I was beautiful, because I was unrefined, because I was inexperienced... the list goes on.
They tried to build a box around me. They called it a house, and promised it was there for my protection.
They said, "You will get hurt." and "It's not worth it." and "Trust me."
The things people will give up in the name of safety.
I didn't listen. Not the first time, or any other. The more times I was told I couldn't, the more I was determined to.
My Journey to Illumination
When I started my business, I had nothing. We were living in poverty. I worked in Canva on a $200 chromebook (a TINY, cheap laptop that only works within the browser... no software, no photoshop, no adobe anything...). I didn't have a website, and I couldn't even afford the $20 for my domain when I finally put together a free Weebly site. Squarespace was out of the question because it required a paid subscription. I could only use free tools, and I couldn't hire any one for anything.
My mindset was "There is never enough." and "We are always broke."
But I knew I couldn't stay there...
I used to feel like a storm. Something people loved to marvel at from afar, but up close I was too much noise, too much force, too much. I struggled between two poles of light and dark. I could flash and rage, and I could be still. I could be loud and charismatic, and I could be quiet and cool.
I felt things deeply. All things. There was no holding back. And I just couldn't understand why no one else seemed to feel it. The buzz. The life. The tragedy...