Baby Steps

I remember the day that I decided I was going to start this little blog… I was at home getting ready for work, sitting at my make-up vanity, in front of my little mirror putting on my mascara. I was, of course, listening to a Mel Robins podcast, although I do not remember exactly which one. And I was thinking about my purpose in life. Like, why am I here? I completely believe that Earth is a school and we’re here to learn and to have purpose. Which actually, Oprah, speaks about this on one episode of Mel Robins as well. What’s my purpose? It can’t possibly be to grind day after day just going to work. My career can be rewarding in the way that I do get to help people build their homes, but is there more? That’s why I started writing, I thought…maybe I should start writing about my true inner thoughts and feelings, maybe if I put out there how fucked up I am, maybe someone will relate; maybe it would help them heal, maybe it will help me heal? Who knows. I’ve always wanted to write a book… Maybe I will, one day. Baby steps, I guess. Baby steps.