my dear charlotte

I haven’t written a post in a very long time. I’ve been somewhere between trying to sort out my reality, figure out my thoughts, and try to live life in the best way possible. Mistakes, heart breaks and all.

since my last post, LAST YEAR (sorry), I’ve began to really try to see myself for who am and live up to the potential of who I know I can be. I’ve made changes for the betterment of myself. I’ve taken resilient steps to overcome fear and live relentlessly...or at least I’ve tried. Trying is a step. so yeah..there’s that.

in the past few months, I’ve explored newly failed relationships, relocated, traveled, gained weight and life lessons, oh..and went back to school. These all seem major and they are. I don’t downplay them at all because I know what it took for me to accomplish them all.

allow me to fill you in. Relocation. I left Charlotte and moved back home last year which is probably one of the hardest things I had to do. I loved Charlotte and I credit a lot for my personal growth and development. Charlotte helped me discovered who I am and strengthened me like never before. I miss the Queen City terribly. Moving home was a challenge for me in itself. My sister has been having a really hard time so I moved back to try to be a rock for her. Some type of a constant in her life. I’ve never lived with my mom before so that mental anguish of not allowing my personal struggles overshadow the real reason I was there was TOUGH. I found myself often going back to the mind and heart of the abandoned, rejected little girl. It took a lot of mirror talks, throwing myself into work, and pouring myself into other relationships to pull myself out of that place again. That’s another story for another day though. So yeah..I relocated for my sister. Shes been ok. And I finally moved out in December into my OWN sanctuary again. Oh what a peace. I worked hard to create this atmosphere for myself. And I wont allow anyone else to make me uproot from this. Unless it’s my husband. But he’ll be adding to it..not taking away. Amen 😘 I am my sister’s SISTER. Not her savior. Shalom.