I’m fucking tired.
I’m sure it’s burnout, or whatever new phrase Doctors and Scientists or Influencers have come up with today. Making choices doesn’t always come easy to me; writing is not my go-to for therapy and release. I work, and I work hard not because anyone tells me to, but because that is the sort of work ethic I have. I’ll be honest, I wish I worked this hard in college, but then again I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed my years in college.
See, I had to make a quick decision for the sake of family that conditioned me to set my dreams aside and follow a “realistic” future. Don’t believe that bull shit; your ideas and dreams are real, especially if you have a gift or a drive to pursue your purpose.
Never forget these 5 things in your life.
- Be proud of who you are, be proud of your quirky thoughts and habits, and style.
- Please do not compare yourself to anyone, not even your idols; they too had a tough time coming into themselves.
- Yes, you love being alone, shopping alone, eating alone, exploring the city alone. However, invite others in to get to know you.
- Ask for help.
- Take your mental health seriously, you’re bigger than your small thoughts.
Adulthood is not what you think, take advantage of your youth. Stop being so hard on yourself. You already know you’re a very responsible young woman. You’ll become a dope adult. Life will get tough, and life will be fast, this is life for everyone.
Haters are EVERYWHERE…
Naysayers exist everywhere; in your family, in your circle of friends, in your school, a workplace they’re everywhere. But when one person has that belief in you (and that one person can be you), that’s enough. Don’t seek validation; it’s temporary. Don’t give up, but learn when to rest.
Fall in love as many times as you want. Be vulnerable in relationships. Yet, be very, very, very smart, and keep your standards high. Stay one step ahead of him and trust your gut instinct.
And be proud of yourself for the small achievements, celebrate those small wins. Don’t be afraid to review where you were a year ago, better yet reflect on how much you’ve grown. Oh, and before I forget, stop being a fucking perfectionist.
From Chapter 33,
Original Good Girl