But what I’ve decided to do at 25 isn’t groundbreaking, it’s simple. I’m going to be incredibly honest, embrace who I am, say the things that I feel like are avoided in the blogging word of pretty clothes, amazing photos and everything light and pretty. Life is anything but these things and I realized that I was discontent with where I was headed with content because I needed someone else to say what I was thinking. But then I stopped. Why am I not the one talking about the things that I think we are all feeling but don’t want to discuss?
Monday’s post didn’t even scare me because I realized I’ve been given an amazing platform by YOU. You’ve given me a chance to just say it. A chance to say that life happens and that you aren’t alone.
The pressure I’m feeling at 25 is to work my butt off. It’s to say what’s really on my mind and pursue things, even if they end up not being for me, I at least still went for it and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
I’ve gone out and worked with small businesses in the area. I’ve been able to be upfront with them about my skills, tell them how I work and they choose to work with me. How incredibly lucky am I? Like life is really great and just because one thing (i.e. body image) isn’t quite where you want it to be, you can still go out there and hustle to.the.bank. and fulfilling your passions.
I completely focused on the fact that 25 meant I was solidly in my mid-20’s and that meant I didn’t have a free pass of being young and stupid. 25 was the sign I had to get it in gear. But in reality, 25 is the motivation I needed to become me at my happiest.