I just want to start off and say that being an adult is hard! I don’t know what part of childhood made me want to rush this moment, but it’s definitely not what it seems. In October, I had to make a decision that was one of the hardest I’ve faced in a while. I gave up pretty much my privacy and job to transition into purpose. What I was doing for a living didn’t bring me joy and it wasn’t what I wanted to do in the long run. I’ve been trying to leave for like a year but just didn’t find the right fit.
I’m gonna be honest, money got real tight. I had to make a decision on if the $30 left over from my check was gonna go to food or gas in my tank. With struggling so much to remain living on my own, working full-time and attending grad school, I decided to move back home. Y’all it was so hard, but I couldn’t suffer anymore. I was literally crying before work every day because I didn’t want to be there. I got tired of not being able to do much because my bills were more than what I was bringing home. I had to make a sacrifice to transition into my purpose.
What that looks like now? Well, I found a job that is geared towards what I am studying in school, I have more money now to invest in the online store that I am building, I can finally SAVE money, and I don’t have much stress. I don’t want to make it seem like it was that easy to get rid of my apartment, full-time job, and move back to a bedroom. I broked down a lot because I wanted to be sure that I was making the right decision. I felt low in value because I went from holding down everything on my own to being back at square one. My ego was a bit bruised because I needed help.
Now that I am three months into this adjustment in my life, I start to see more benefits. I have the opportunity to start over in a sense. Meaning, once I’m done school I can decide to purchase a home or move to a new city. Working part-time, I can focus more on school, internship, and building my brand. I have more time and a flexible schedule to birth out parts of my purpose. It’s all working out for me and I couldn’t’ be gladder that I took a risk.
What I learned was that we don’t take care of ourselves like we should. I was letting my mental health suffer by staying at a place where I wasn’t happy because I was afraid to reach for something better. I continued to suffer just to say that I have my own spot but was truly broke every two weeks. I was holding up my purpose for materialistic things. Once I realized that how I felt getting out of bed every morning was more important to me than a job, apartment, car, or money – it gave me the push I needed to propel into purpose.
What will your push be to transition you into purpose? Let me know in the comments.