For such a long time you learnt not to trust yourself.
You were 1, 2, 3, falling down and getting back up again 4, 5, 6 learning to float and swim, learning to balance and ride. Mastering these challenges was your milestone, you yearned for.
7, 8, 9, things seemed fine, you learnt the ropes of going to school, 10, 11, 12, what’s happening here? It’s called puberty.
13, 14, 15, you emerged to a reality you’d never known before called ‘working’. You stood at the end of a checkout aisle told to smile and not fall ‘short’ in more ways than one. Begrudgingly you took your place, thinking to yourself “is this what it’s all about to put a notch in my payslip?”
16, 17, 18, you joined the family business, helping mum and dad after school, staying up til midnight to finish homework.
19, 20, 21, you went away, to a bigger city to get a degree, lived away from home, working to make ends meet but realising there was never enough money to cover all expenses.
22, 23, 24, you came home after getting the degree and entered the workforce after hundreds of rejections, as a waitress. You loved being with customers especially the kind ones. But you spent what you earnt drinking. Your dad told you to get a hobby, and this helped you get yourself out of this zombie mode. You went back to the bigger city to find a ‘better job opportunity’. You became a bank teller.
25, 26, 27 six years of corporate ladder climbing, you learnt a lot on the job, helping customers, being with and leading people, then you met people who didn’t have your best interest at heart. When this happened you learnt not to trust yourself.
28, 29, 30 you discovered new parts of yourself through personal development, getting married and having your first child.
31, 32, 33 baby two and baby three arrived. You set a goal to go back to work when she was just 8 months old, painting the picture, that she’d be crawling and weaning. She started walking at 9 months old and you were at work.
34, 35, 36, juggling all these buckets in the air, one could drop at any moment.
37, 38, 39, told you one would drop, it was you, and your health, you had this sudden and unexpected medical emergency. You realise life is precious, you’re a blank canvas, you begin again and this time you are trusting yourself wholeheartedly. You found a learning platform, your mentors, a collaborative community and a way to uncover your hidden talents, applying what you learn to the businesses you are creating.
40 begins on Monday and I have so much to tell you (remember that book?), I am bursting to say that when you trust yourself, you find out what you are truly capable of, you find out that there are so many more ‘milestones’ for you to achieve.
You yearn for more milestones, and all that got in your way was living a reality that wasn’t really yours. You didn’t choose it. You were told that’s the way it has to be.
So you chose this time, to live a created life. And so this is what I’m doing and I’m sharing with you that it’s within your reach too if you trust in yourself, that will be the first big investment in you.
To trust in yourself.
Hi my name is Angela. I have loved writing since I was able to hold a pencil in my hand. I soon learnt I had a gift of connecting with my ancestors through writing before my 30th birthday.