Five years ago, I was in a phase of life where I was trying to figure out why I felt like I was in a funk. I wasn’t depressed per say, but I was feeling less and less of the person I wanted to be, and I was creating less and less of what I wanted out of life.
I felt like I had experienced glimpses of who I wanted to be, but the glimpses weren't enough for me.
I wanted more.
I wanted my whole life to feel like those I saw who went after their dreams and had success. I wanted to be the select few who glowed with joy and peace and said things like, “I dreamed of this moment since I was a child…” or “Go after your dreams! Don’t give up! You can do it. I’m living proof of that. ”
I wanted to exuberate a deep fulfillment and knowing that I accomplished what I was meant to accomplish during this short but, potentially impactful life of mine.
Now five years ago, while I felt this calling on the inside, on the outside, to my Facebook friends and even my family, it looked like I had my life toge