You spent $40,000 to make things happen in the field that holds your passion, and you work part time for minimum wage wondering if your bills will get paid this month. You moved to a big city where you're sure all your dreams are going to come true, only to move back in with your parents a year later. All your heart desires is to be married but here you are ending the year single, again. You had a vision for your life, you worked so hard to make it happen, but it seems like you're always falling short.
Dear Girl, do you feel like you can't escape the constant barrage of proof that everyone else is adulting with ease while you're taking up permanent residence on the struggle bus? Social media is a never ending stream of proposals and babies; promotions and vacations; people who made it-people your age. You do life everyday with these flawless creatures who seem to have it all together, and you feel like some kid sister tagging along just hoping to not mess it all up.
I know your heart is heavy, mine is too. I know you're mad because it wasn't supposed to be this way, I didn't think so either. I know the dialog in your head is a never ending loop of "What's wrong with me? Why am I not good enough?" Mine is too. But dear Girl, stop. You are not failing. Your life is not one of disappointment. You carry with you a story of success so deep within your bones your heart can't help but to pound out its every syllable.
Hear me when I say: her success does not make you less. Her years of work paying off only mean that yours will too. All of this hustle and back breaking labor is building, it's working. It's teaching you the things you never thought you needed to know.
I know you can't see past the giant obstacles in your path but there is a way for you to get to the success, the love, the place you dream of. You are not the only one who feels like she's working so hard to stay in one place; the air is thick with the dust kicked up from the feet walking along side you. You're going to make it; Girl you are making it. There is a place for you in this world right now, there is a need for who you are in this moment.
You are not a failure, dear girl, not by a long shot. You are all kinds of success.
Your timeline is not hers. You are exactly where you need to be, even if it's not where you thought you would be.