My Story...

Dear Diary,

I was just scrolling through Instagram, and I saw my favorite influencer post a picture with a caption that really made me sit and think. It was about how everyone has their own story. We all have our own paths that we create; our paths are where we are supposed to go. The caption also spoke about how some people are taught and influenced by others to have their path and future look a certain way, yet some individuals do not want to travel in that direction. The part that stuck out to me the most was: “not everything needs to be perfect, that’s what makes life so beautiful.” A lot of people believe that the most intelligent, highest scoring, and always busy students are the ones who are going to achieve the greatest and be the best after graduating. Honestly, I have had that idea drilled into my head since middle school because that is what society has taught me. I have been taught that burn out is “good” because it means you are working hard. But is it actually good? Is it good that I stay up all night trying to remember how to do math problems and make sure my essay is perfect in order to have the number on my grade book look the best. Obsessive thoughts revolving perfection always flow through my head. Some are about GPAs and test scores, while others are about daily tasks and things I need to get done. Sometimes, I feel as if I need to stand still and take a deep breath and repeat that quote over and over again: “not everything needs to be perfect…” 

So… hey you. Yes, you. The one reading my blog. Breathe in through your nose, then out through your mouth. Everything is going to be okay. :)

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We are all continuing our stories every time we wake up in the morning. I know some parts of my story are exciting and thrilling, while there are times where my story is frustrating and unsettling. Every minute of everyday my story is growing in length and building me into a stronger and more powerful young woman. Every minute of everyday my story is drawing my path and taking me where I am supposed to be. 

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I wonder where my story is going to lead me. I wonder what pictures are in the book of my life. I wonder who and what will be in my next chapter. I guess I have to turn the page to find out.  

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I am sitting in my bedroom right now writing a piece for my blog. This right here? This is a part of my story. Having the confidence to put out my work into the big scary world is a large step in my story. I am sharing my story with you. ♡

Sincerely,

Anna

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