When I stopped letting people and schedules control my life, I started to experience a journey destined for my soul.
Okay, so what’s my story? Ha! I honestly have written my “story” numerous times; and, there are always changes as I write it again or new details added. But I am honestly going to aim to write my story only one time. Hopefully, once is enough.
The first impact of my spiritual journey started when I was five years old. I was run over my lawn mower. I was hospitalized for an extended period of time and underwent numerous of surgeries. I am missing half of my left calve muscle and do not have my half of my left foot. I wear a prosthetic lower leg so I can walk, jump, move and dance my booty off as much as I want. Because of my accident, I was immediately traumatized and conditioned to believe I was not beautiful and will never be due to my leg. Boy, little did I know, it would be the reason why I am in the coaching space today.
The next earliest memory I have which molded my personality and my beautiful life is growing up as Jehovah Witness. My environment was very strict but yet, loving and kind.
Fast-forwarding some, after getting homeschooled through my high school years, and moving out of my parent’s home at the age of 18, I left the religion and started my own life. But during those young years, there was a part of me that still wanted to make my parents happy. So what did I do? I got a full-time job in the finance world and worked in a cubicle for more than 40 hours a week, making loads of money but was not getting anywhere. Having a fantastic career and getting married were the goals of mine, and I thought once I reached those stages in my life, I would be set, and my parents would be happy for me despite not being a Jehovah Witness.
But as we all know it, when something isn’t meant for us, we will sooner than later realize it and our smiles turn into frowns more often than not. When the time came around where I was starting to astoundingly dread going to work, and my anxiety began to build, this is when I made the switch.
Growing up, anything that enticed my creativity and adventure brought me the most joy: photography and travel. I vividly remember having conversations with my mother stating how badly I wanted to travel and take photos. I was one of those kids who often had a new film camera and took photos everywhere I went.
Pigging back on what made me happy as a child, at 20 years old still in a cubicle, I said “I am going to move to the city and become a music photographer!” Just like that. I made immediate changes, moved into an apartment with a three-month lease in my home state, and set the date of June 1st, 2014 to move to Los Angeles.
After moving, things went uphill, (of course, challenges here and there existed, you know, the usual experiences that help you understand and learn truly about yourself) but in my eyes, I made it out of my small town and left the corporate world to achieve bigger things in life.