Blog 20: Positive Friday Vibes & Honouring the Journey


A Clear Choice, A New Morning
This Friday feels different—and positively so. I woke up and made a conscious choice: to keep going, to keep choosing myself, and to honor the decision to follow my unique path. That alone fills me with gratitude. The ability to choose, to wake up and keep going despite the noise in my head, is a quiet form of courage.

Aging into Uncertainty
Life in my 30s is eerily similar to my 20s—but with more responsibility, more self-doubt, and a thousand more thoughts of comparison. The anxiety has doubled, and so has the awareness of how quickly time moves. I often question whether the decisions I’ve made are good enough. Whether I’m falling behind. Whether I’ve already messed up beyond repair. The doubt creeps in silently, and some days, it roars.

But I’m Still Here
And then I remind myself: I’m still here. Still breathing. Still learning. Still trying. That alone must mean something. It must mean there’s more in store. More purpose. More growth. More becoming. Surely, all the pain, all the life lessons, weren’t for nothing. It can’t all be for vibes, right? There has to be meaning buried somewhere beneath the weight of the detours and the heartbreaks.


Remembering My Younger Self
When I was younger, I promised myself I’d pursue my dreams—no matter what. Even if I failed, I wanted to fail in the pursuit, not because I was living for other people’s opinions. I told myself I wouldn’t be led by expectations or societal rules on how to live, act, or succeed. I didn’t account, however, for the influence of those closest to me—loved ones carrying their own disappointments, bitterness, and projections. That part caught me off guard.

Seeing Clearly, Choosing Wisely
Now, I’m more cautious. I’m aware of my missteps, of the ways I’ve been consumed by the chase for money, survival, and external validation. I tried to enter tech because it was hyped. Everyone was talking about software development, and I wanted in. I tried. And while I’m intelligent, I failed at it. It didn’t light my soul on fire.

Running a business? That’s been equally exhausting. Sales are inconsistent, and the panic is real. I’m not giving up, but I’m no longer afraid to be honest about how difficult it is. But amidst all this, there’s one thing I keep returning to. One passion I love deeply. I’m now contemplating dedicating the next two years to that field—really honing it, nurturing it, and dominating it on my own terms.

Stepping into Purpose
I may not know if it will work. But pursuing it would be me choosing purpose. Me choosing my dream of working with people, supporting businesses, and serving in ways that matter to me. That’s what I’ve always wanted.

A Prayer for Alignment
So, Lord, I surrender. Your will be done in my life. You know my heart. You know my dreams. You know what purpose you’ve assigned to me in this lifetime. Let your plan unfold. Let it manifest in your timing, for your glory, and for the sake of the people I’m meant to reach.

Amen.


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