It’s been 400 days since I have plunged into this dystopian atmosphere of uncertainty and perplexity. 400 days since I’ve enjoyed – and taken for granted – the joys of having a steady paycheck, a steady rhythm, steady health insurance. Now, my days are a constant change. My paycheck resorted to unemployment insurance. My health insurance came directly out of pocket and directly left field on forcing me to change my providers. And my mental health has taken a heavy, heavy toll. So much so, in fact, that I feel that I developed many different adaptable personalities to match the varying conditions I end up in.
As a true millennial, I know – and have been told endless times – the algorithm to being successful in life.
“Go to college, get your bachelors, go to grad school, specialize in something. That way, when you get out, you would have a leg up against the competition vying for the same level of job positions.”
Fast forward a few years, we realized that the American Dream seemed more like a fantasy. Fast forward a few decades and we realized that it was a farce, a joke. A standard by which we were kept in line to mature and fester like any other open wound…and like any would that constantly gets pecked and poked, scars form.
Yet, one thing I realized from sitting in my bed and alternatively creating and rotting, praying and crying, worshipping and cursing…that I was not made for just this. I was created for more. To stand out and stand up. To reign in this fear and anxiety of the future. To fully put my future in God’s hands, and to walk forward with my head held high on this dilapidated bridge over boiling hot lava.
And with this epiphany set behind me, written down to hold me accountable, I invite you to join me on this new and exciting adventure. I will fall down and skin my knees and get back up and repeat the same thing over and over. But I will defiantly walk towards places unknown, things unseen, and people unspoken to.
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