This year, I learned that it’s okay to leave. That sometimes it’s better to walk away from toxic people, environments, and situations. That doing so does not make me a weakling or a coward.
I spent half of last year and this year putting up a strong front and trying my very best not to let all the negativity get in the way. I often felt like Atlas with the weight of the world on my shoulders but I kept telling myself that I loved what I was doing so it was okay.
Then one day, it all became too much. That day, Atlas shrugged.
Chaos and mayhem ensued shortly thereafter.
I was somehow able to emerge from all that—shaken to the very core of my being, but still in one piece and only because of the unwavering support of a handful of people and the unfailing grace of God.
That harrowing experience shattered my rose-colored glasses/blinders and I began to see things and people more clearly.
I realized that I had to let go (of the bad) and let (the good) come.
And so this year, I learned to live.
For the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to just have fun and momentarily feel infinite.
I have stopped second-guessing myself so much and though I still need a good push every now and then, I have started to see my own worth a bit more.
Most importantly, I have started to genuinely believe that I am enough.