STEPPING OUT

HELLO DISCOMFORT 

hey guys. whats up. hola. sup. How do you even start these things? This is so foreign to me. Let’s just get to it: So why a blog? When I say I have gone back and forth with this for months, y’all, I’m not being dramatic. Like, I have refused to start one of these things because, well, it absolutely terrifies me to be honest. If you know me, you know I’m totally good with staying in my lane. Don’t branch out, stay comfortable, don’t get noticed (I promise I have a personality). So this is obviously the farthest thing from my comfort zone. For the last few months I’ve felt this constant tug to start a blog. Why? Yeah, I’m asking myself the same question. I entertained the idea for maybe 5 seconds then literally laughed out loud because HELLO discomfort. We don't vibe well. But the idea always lingered in the back of my head. I absolutely love writing. Always have. It’s my outlet for a lot of things so the thought of having the ability to write whenever and about whatever I liked/felt was intriguing to me. For the longest time I thought that I had nothing to offer. Why would anyone take the time to read anything I write? I don’t have a cool story, nobody would want to hear from me, I’m boring, etc… L I E S. It was all complete sh*t to be honest and I believed it. For a really long time. It’s almost like I was feeding these lies for so long that I became this person that I actually wasn’t. 

My husband is such a rock for me. He has been so supportive and encouraging to me through this whole process of putting myself out there and stepping out into this unknown. I do have a story. I’m tired of feeling like I have nothing to offer. When did I become so hesitant and passive, allowing straight up lies to rule my life and hold me back from the things I enjoy? Because I fear vulnerability and rejection? I began praying more into starting this thing. The verdict: it was time to branch out and get vulnerable. Cue the nerves. I started thinking about what I envisioned my space to be. How would I relate to others and why the heck would someone read my writing? I immediately resorted back to my ‘no i am definitely not starting this thing’ mentality. Truth is, I didn’t need to know any of those things.

“Just write”: the words that kept resonating with me during my prayer time one morning. “Just write and I will use it how it needs to be used.” I could do that. 

So, here I am. Just a girl that’s walked through some hills and valleys, that’s willing and open to writing about them. I want to share our story with you—our life, our everyday real. I want this space to be open and honest. I want people to read these words and to feel hopeful and encouraged. This is me stepping out (literally terrified) in faith, stoked to see the growth that comes from this new vulnerability. Seeing where this journey leads me and what God has in store. I have no idea what on earth is ahead but right now, this feels right, and I’m so excited to share it with y’all.