“Remember the days you prayed for what you have now.”
I first saw this quote on a meme a year or so ago. It didn’t resonate with me then, but seeing it again a few days ago, I found it to be a spot on sentence for what I’ve been experiencing as of late. I’ve shared with you previously that I have been at a plateau of sorts and lingering in and out of being stagnant and uninspired. Being a power blogger for eight years means that I’ve been churning out so much content on a regular basis that I’ve found myself running out of things to say.
Add to that, the space has become so cluttered and oversaturated—highly curated and impersonal. I’ve longed for the old days where people told stories, not for clicks or dollars or a pretty Instagram share, but for authenticity.
Can you do both?
But it’ll cost you. And now, I feel that I may be paying a price.
Sitting at my desk, I contemplated if I should hang up my keystrokes and go onto something else. I often wonder if I continue to blog and share and chase brands and all of that and comes with this life. I’ve got several other streams of income that allow me to do well financially—blogging is no longer my biggest profit of my Mama Mogul pie.
This was all stuff that’s been on my mind for like—awhile.
Then something happened, and I completely get it.
I saw the aforementioned quote, and I stop the pity party and drop to my knees to show my gratitude and thankfulness. My problem of getting out of my blogging rut isn’t really a real problem in the grand scheme of things. It doesn’t even rank in the Top 1 million of things that are going wrong in our world today. It is also something that I can easily solve.
Eight years ago, I wasn’t able to travel regularly. I didn’t work for myself. I didn’t have a following or a readership or an outlet for my stories and words. I was working at a high stress job that was no longer fulfilling. I was living paycheck to paycheck.
I didn’t make my own hours and I wasn’t my own boss and I didn’t have a new car in the garage.
Twenty years ago, I slept in my car and was homeless, had my utilities cut off, had a car repossessed, and couldn’t pay my bills on time.
Now, none of those are issues for me and I am truly living my best life.
How dare I cue the violins when there are so many things that are going right in my world? The problems I have today pale in comparison to the problems that I have now.
So–I say this. We are all further along than we think and we need to give ourselves grace. It may not be perfect or our plans may not always go the way we want them to, but most of us are doing better than we were before, and we should focus on that.
Move towards your goals and push yourself, but don’t ever put yourself down for not being THERE yet. You’ve come hella far and you are still going places, babe.
Remember those bad moments and allow them to help you appreciate and be grateful for where you are now. We are all works in progress.
Be kind to yourself, friends.