Using my experiences to elevate, encourage, and support others, specifically women, is what gives value to examining my past.
I am not a fan of looking back. I much prefer to look forward and move forward as I journey through life. However, there are occasions when I take time to look back and reflect at just how far I have traveled.
It is rather astounding to reflect upon my journey and grasp how my experiences have shaped me into the person I am today.
Why I’m Grateful For My Past, Even the Bad Parts
Unfortunately, mine was not always an easy journey. In my younger days I was a bit rebellious and a bit too adventurous. Perhaps it was due to being the middle child, although I am not quite sure and at this time it no longer matters.
What does matter is that I use my experiences to elevate, encourage, and support others, specifically women.
As a young, vulnerable, rebellious tomboy, I did not give much thought to the future. I lived day by day and sought any journey or experience I could find that would be exhilarating and daring. I loved excitement, I loved exploring, and most of all I loved being free. Rules were made to be broken and I was not about to live by rules.
You can only imagine the road I traveled with this mindset. Although the road I chose was not the best choice in my younger days, it was a road paved with life experiences that brought me where I am today and for this I am grateful.
So Much Good Came Out of the Connections I Made
You see, I was fortunate enough in my journey to connect with some powerful women mentors: women who believed in me and saw something in me that I did not see in myself.
These women gave me the confidence, the courage, the boldness to step out and use my gifts and abilities to better myself and those around me.
Looking Back, I Can See I Was Being Led to Where I Am
Today (Thank Goodness) I also have strong faith (one of my top three spiritual gifts). This faith allows me to look back and see how God moved me through life and placed me exactly where I needed to be at the right time. I must share that more than once I was placed kicking and screaming in resistance to where I was being led (remember I was a bit rebellious) but I am fortunate that my God does not forsake nor forget. He never gives up on us.
I am grateful that God protected me from my reckless decisions. I am grateful God opened doors for me and offered me opportunities, although I did not realize they were doors of opportunities until I stumbled through them.
I am grateful God placed incredible women in my life to nurture me and mentor me. I am grateful God gave me blessings from my messes. They say your “mess is your message” and I certainly have a message to share.