Growing up, I experienced incredible insecurity. I had a lot of people's expectations thrust upon me at such an early age that I couldn't separate the things I wanted from what other people wanted me to be. I'm grateful for the experiences I got to have as a child, and for those in my life that made sacrifices so that I could have them, but at 31 I am still learning how to have fulfillment and happiness in my life without having to earn it from someone else's approval. I could never take in compliments, because I didn't believe them, and when I received recognition I worked myself into imposter syndrome. Lately, it has felt as though I'm experiencing my life from another room; I can hear that it's happening, but it's muffled through the wall and I'm witnessing it second or third hand. All this to say, life is always a journey. Even when you grow up, you're still developing and figuring it out. Nothing is permanent and there is always room to shift your perspective.












