There was once a girl who confused faith with expectations. That girl was me. I had all these expectations I was expecting to achieve, but I could not exhort the energy to make my expectations my reality. I was scared of not knowing what would become of me. I was terrified of failing. I had given up without even realizing it.
I had unknowingly become entitled to things falling into place on their own. But, when life finally hit me things began to fall out of place. I became lost and hopeless in a very discreet way. I threw away my goals because they were not getting completed in the way that I wanted them to do so. I was broken and so was my faith.
But, now I am healing and resurfacing my own foundation. My faith was once smaller than a grain of salt. But, now it is the size of a mustard seed. It’s growing slowly, but surely. As I become a minimalist and focus on the most important aspects of my life the vision I once had is reappearing.
I can no longer let the noise of other’s opinions drown out my inner voice. I have to regain the courage to follow my heart and intuition because they already know what I am destined to become. Steve Jobs once said, “stay hungry, stay foolish, and keep dreaming.” So, following my dreams is all I can do. Peace, Love, and a Dose of Daisy.