Every once in a while, I’ll pick up pen and paper or I’ll just start typing out passages on my phone... and I almost instantly remember why I love writing.
It’s incredibly therapeutic. It can be painful and cathartic. It allows us to express and share truths we may not have the courage to say aloud. I tend to word vomit everything I feel when I write, because I struggle with exactly how to say and word things when I’m in a face-to-face conversation. This is probably why I do so well in long-distance relationships... I’m fantastic at writing love letters!!!
I wasn’t planning on this update being about my love for writing, but it’s crazy how things just sort of happen...
Real world update: I’ve officially moved to Southern California. I say officially, because I’ve lived down here since August 2016 (almost 2 years!!!), but until this time, I’ve never actually thought I would stay here or that I would build a life here. It’s always been about working temporary jobs or pursuing temporary goals... but the major goal was always getting a job offer in the Bay Area and I would move back to be with my family. No need to buy furniture like a desk, sofa, or tv, because I would just have to sell them. No need to date or pursue romantic relationships, because I would just have to leave them.
It’s funny how the world works. Just when I got exactly what I thought I wanted — a high-paying tech job in San Francisco — I struggled with the decision to accept or not. It hit almost every major requirement I had for my ideal job — salary, benefits, company culture, upward growth, supportive female supervisors — The only downside? The location and the role itself. Taking the job meant I would have to give up my life here: the friends, family, and community I’ve built in such a short time. Taking the job meant I would change the trajectory of my career and life: a corporate role that wouldn’t make me feel as if I was making a difference... one that would take me even further away from the possibility of working for a non-profit or public interest organization.
I still haven’t figured out my life path... but I don’t regret turning down the offer. I don’t regret choosing to stay. I don’t regret believing in myself and I certainly don’t regret trusting the process.
Till next time,
Stay bold, beautiful, and brave!
It’s incredibly therapeutic. It can be painful and cathartic. It allows us to express and share truths we may not have the courage to say aloud. I tend to word vomit everything I feel when I write, because I struggle with exactly how to say and word things when I’m in a face-to-face conversation. This is probably why I do so well in long-distance relationships... I’m fantastic at writing love letters!!!
I wasn’t planning on this update being about my love for writing, but it’s crazy how things just sort of happen...
Real world update: I’ve officially moved to Southern California. I say officially, because I’ve lived down here since August 2016 (almost 2 years!!!), but until this time, I’ve never actually thought I would stay here or that I would build a life here. It’s always been about working temporary jobs or pursuing temporary goals... but the major goal was always getting a job offer in the Bay Area and I would move back to be with my family. No need to buy furniture like a desk, sofa, or tv, because I would just have to sell them. No need to date or pursue romantic relationships, because I would just have to leave them.
It’s funny how the world works. Just when I got exactly what I thought I wanted — a high-paying tech job in San Francisco — I struggled with the decision to accept or not. It hit almost every major requirement I had for my ideal job — salary, benefits, company culture, upward growth, supportive female supervisors — The only downside? The location and the role itself. Taking the job meant I would have to give up my life here: the friends, family, and community I’ve built in such a short time. Taking the job meant I would change the trajectory of my career and life: a corporate role that wouldn’t make me feel as if I was making a difference... one that would take me even further away from the possibility of working for a non-profit or public interest organization.
I still haven’t figured out my life path... but I don’t regret turning down the offer. I don’t regret choosing to stay. I don’t regret believing in myself and I certainly don’t regret trusting the process.
Till next time,
Stay bold, beautiful, and brave!
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