Burdened

For a long time, I’ve been trying to find myself.. better put, I’ve been trying to reach myself.

I imagine a rope tied around my waist, fastened to a strong obstacle, holding me back. Ahead of me is the version of myself I know I’m meant to be, calling out, reaching out and no matter how hard I pulled, I couldn’t get to him.

That was me for most of 2025.

You know that feeling when you’re made for more, but you’re not doing enough to meet it. I dreamed so vividly that my dreams followed me into waking hours; into a job I didn’t love as much as the one in my head. It made me wonder: was the obstacle too strong, or was I just too comfortable in its grip?

Writing this lightens my heart. I was made for more. I’ve seen it, lived it — in my mind, my dreams, my imagination. Yet somehow, my feet didn’t move enough.

This year, I’m leaving nothing on the table. I’m going at life with everything I have. Even in the dark, I’ll keep moving because there has to be light somewhere in this mess.

Steve Harvey said, “If you want to be successful, get comfortable with being uncomfortable.”

That’s the goal this year: success, growth, impact.

My mind is moving faster than my hands can type, so I’ll leave it here.

This is a make-it-or-make-it year.

Let’s get it.