I am fine. I know I am doing alright. Things could be much worse, really. I am a fighter, survivor, overcomer, and will keep carrying on. I know how to keep going on, it’s second nature to my brain cells; adversities, trials, emotional ups, social insecurities, and financial hardships all have taken their turn at me. It's okay. I am still fighting them at the moment. I don't have time to get down and be depressed even if I wanted to, others depend on me for literal survival. I do love traveling and, of course, cooking!! I love ❤️ to cook!!! I love giving advice to young women! 👯 I hate mediocrity, and hate wallowing in my obstacles and difficulties. I share little to none with others. It's no use. A friend of mine once called me a chameleon, I was crossed with her. Later I realized she was right! I am almost always blending in. At work, school, and church. ⛪ I want to be molded in so well that my life’s situations may not be seen sewing, traveling, and of course cooking!!
I love my job. I am grateful for my boss. I love investing in children and young adults. I like to think that at almost 30 years of age that when I grow up I want to be in the business of guiding, helping, encouraging, and uplifting others like me.
It sure would help to see a clear, simple solution...
I treasure HOPE. Hope on the things unseen, things for me to have a bright future—plans that will allow me to succeed in life. The potter knows the clay. I am not where I need to be, but I am also not where I used to be, and I am okay, I am on my way. I am not alone. I am not lonely. Many are in more horrific status. I have got a great anchor! ⚓ This, too, shall pass...
Somehow I have always felt that I was going to do great things in life—no matter how hard and awful my circumstances were, I just knew things would be better. My heart ❤️ knew it, I felt it, and my brain acted on that belief and sense of hope. 🙏 I hated feeling and being depressed—it's so draining, heavy, and annoying to be depressed. 😔 So I started journaling. It was boring at first, but I kept on writing. ✏️ I still journal to this day, and I like it. Once I start, I can't stop. 🚫 I go back and read 📖 my old ones; it's quite hilarious what I wrote back them. I don't get depressed anymore. Funny, right?!! 😄 I started taking control over my thoughts and speak the TRUTH over my life—very freeing! I am here on planet Earth for a purpose. I am not an accident. There is hope and a future for me. I am not where I need to be, but I am not where I used to be. I am okay 👌 and I am on my way. ↕️
Life is good. 🌟 One day at a time!
Smile!!! 😁
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