2019 was a shit show for me. I’m just going to be real honest about that right now. I don’t know if it’s because it was my first year in the “adult world”, or if God really needed to force me to grow and learn in ways I couldn’t have without certain lessons. Nonetheless, every twist and turn got my attention and sent me on a new path until I found myself at 2020’s door step, out of breath and ready to fight.
Hello, hello! It’s been quite a while since I’ve created any content for my blog but I’ve had good reason! With a lot of changes happening at once, I needed to step away from content writing and focus on my daily routine. But after an adventurous business trip to Utah, I thought this would be the perfect time to share the experience!
First, I’d like to say how lucky I am to have a job that gives me the opportunity to travel. I know now everyone has the luxury and I wouldn’t either had I decided to take a job elsewhere. Second, never in my life did I think I would be able to travel out west so soon! I’m used to traveling “locally”, meaning the states that are any where from 2 to 8 hours away, sometimes more when I travel to Florida. I was excited and scared to be flying so far from home!
As I said, this was business trip, but I think we did a really great job at squeezing as much sight seeing as we could in the short time we were visiting! I put together a quaint itinerary based on the things we did and saw while we weren’t in meetings or touring the Air Force base!
I’ve struggled with this for as far back as middle school days. From a young age, we are taught what good and bad friends look like, and when we get older, we start to learn what healthy and unhealthy intimate relationships consist of. What teachers/parents/mentors don’t tell us is that we deal with and put up with what we think we deserve. For years, I convinced myself my high school relationship was just fine and we were happy, when the rest of the world saw right through it (and eventually, so did we). The same happens with friendship.
A good example of the point I’m trying to make happened junior year of high school. My best friend of eleven years and I were drifting apart and I took it upon myself to mend things, to make our friendship what it had been before this bomb called high school hit our lives. I would call to ask if she wanted to hang out, invite her into my homecoming/prom group, ask to study with her, etc. But it was always a no. She had new friends, which was great. It wasn’t that she had made new friends besides me, it was that eventually she seemed to wonder why we stopped hanging out, ignoring the fact that I had tried to stay in touch with her. I decided during the semester I was done reaching out to her. If she wanted to hang out with me, she could come to me and ask. I was done being the only person putting in effort. Friendship is not a one-way street.
Called to be Fearless 