When we experience something in life, the majority of the time, we’ll tell someone about it.
As a blogger, I love sharing them much further than my close network. I love being vocal. I love being open.
I get a real buzz around story-telling, but it hasn’t always been like this.
I was shy growing up. I kept myself to myself. I had hardly any friends and I was afraid of being judged.
Now, judge me. I’m my own person. I have my own story. The journey I’m on is my own and you’re part of it.
Understanding my story didn’t come down to accepting my life for what it was, it came to accepting who I am.
Once I started the road to self-love, things happened. People listened. People responded. Communities reacted. I reacted.
The feelings I felt were told. My ideas were actioned. New loves were found.
Understanding my story is the story. Once I learned, the ‘real’ journey began.
I looked at my past as influence. I looked at my future as opportunity. I looked at the present with pride.
It’s been an interesting journey to date, but an important one. I’ve needed the ups and downs. I’ve needed the times of self-hate.
Those moments have helped me to understand.