I had a lot of hope for this blog. Not to say that now its 2030 and I’m sprawled out with a missing sock in the middle of street or something, but more that I had a lot of ideas and thoughts and aspirations that went into this when I first started. When I first felt that sense of being when I switched from the Word press free version to the $4.99/month Baller’s club. Oh Yeah

This page, at first, was supposed to be a connection or more say, a door from my Instagram feed. An extension of the house I was going to sell on the market for my entire audience – whoever that may be. It was going to unlock all the things starting bloggers like myself dream of acknowledgement, expression of opinion, creative reflection, and even impact.

It took me weeks to watch the free videos, listen to courses, pay for the books on automation and followers, listen to the podcasts on these amazing women that were reaching their dreams day in and day out and I wondered how would I get there? I didn’t want to be a fitness guru, I can’t take a photograph to save my life, arts and crafts making me antsy, and that keen eye for style and ‘je se pas’ will never be found in my attire. I tried everything I could, followed every step I heard these inspirational women suggest and nothing. I felt that maybe my strong suit was academia and I needed to give up on this dream of writing and providing insight into this insane realm of medicine and health, at least until I was a full fledged doctor. One where I had the authority to speak, one where people would listen to all my thoughts and suggestions because then, in that moment, I’d be worthy.

WRONG.

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