How did I get here you ask? Well If I am being completely honest starting a blog was always something I thought about doing but never actually got around to implementing. Until now.?To put my entire truth out there for the world to see takes such vulnerability and to be candid on top of that! Well. This only led me to feelings of insecurity which?is?not something I am used to.?Trust me when I say I?have zero?shame in my game. But after considering the?countless efforts my?very own blogaholic sister?who would?beg me ad nauseam?to start a blog. I figured I would give a whorl. Well..?that. And the fact I was recently diagnosed with Stage III Breast Cancer to which?is the?probable catalyst?for how I got here.
After hearing the words tumor I couldn’t help but think about my purpose in life, as I imagine one does when finding out such diagnosis.
Finding?our purpose in life I would say?is an ongoing feeling. We all want purpose or at least most of us. For me, I know that If I am not working towards a goal or learning something new?I get an uneasy feeling. I knew I had to start somewhere. So I decided to take a leap of faith and start this blog. To what I hope will be the beginning of my virtual reality.
Born in a small town in Southern California and currently now in Dallas, TX. It took quite a bit of strength for me to get to here literally and figuratively speaking. I like to think I get my strength and resilience from my mother. She is an RN who raised 5 kids entirely on her own! Well not entirely.?She had the help of my older siblings and me of course. I like to take full credit of raising my?little brother, although my siblings would likely disagree. I was the middle child. That’s right. Stuck right in the middle. Which seems to be the ongoing theme in my life. C student. Average Athlete. Not good but not necessarily bad. Heck even the grade of my?tumor is smack down the middle. But growing up with younger brothers and an older sister/brother I would at times feel well ..stuck in the middle. So I found friends outside my family fairly early on. One in particular who is still a very dear friend to this day. Looking back, I would say my childhood and the order in which I was born have helped me to handle disappointment well.
I can’t always control the cards I have been dealt and I may not always make the best choices but the ability to show my son resilience when I’m faced with adversity well… that’s something you can’t teach.