A letter to my life
I have worked HARD.
I know I say that a lot but I really can’t impress upon ya’ll how hard I have worked.
I worked to become a trained singer. I worked five jobs in college; waking up at 3am and going to bed at midnight just to do it again as I sustained myself through college.
I worked hard to learn to love myself. To learn to forgive myself.
I worked hard to change my life.
I worked hard and sometimes I worked too hard.
I worked hard for everybody else.
And now I’m at a stage in my life where I can see it all and appreciate it.
I am grateful for my never-ending desire to keep going and keep pushing through. I am grateful for the heart I was blessed with, that gives me the capacity to see the best in others and that has given me the courage to believe in myself.
I am grateful for all of it.
I don’t need to carry all of the baggage as I continue up the journey of life. It’s OK to set it down and never look back.
I will always work hard. I will always push the limits of my creativity and innovation because that is what brings me joy.
But I no longer have to do it for survival.
I am grateful.
Life will push and pull and it’s OK.
I’m ready.
Love,
M