The past year and a half has been a transformative chapter in my life—a time dedicated to rediscovering me. Somewhere along the way, I lost sight of who I truly was, but I’m finally finding my way back.
It hasn’t been easy. I had to make tough choices about the people and energy I allowed into my life. Outside pressures—those unspoken (or spoken) expectations we all feel—were weighing me down. I was torn between who I used to be and the evolving version of myself, while still surrounded by people who thought they knew me better than I knew myself.
What I discovered wasn’t easy to swallow: some of those closest to me, while not intentionally harmful, were casting shadows on my growth. Their negativity and doubt crept in, suffocating the joy and newness I was trying to embrace. These were people I once admired, whose opinions deeply influenced my choices. But as I leaned into my personal growth, I realized they no longer served the life I was building.
So, I made a choice. I chose me.
Focusing on myself came with its own challenges. When I shared my small wins, I was often met with silence from those I expected to cheer me on. Instead, strangers—people I never imagined—became my greatest supporters, standing in ovation while what I thought was my long-time “support system” whispered about how I’d changed. Funny how life works, isn’t it?
Today, my circle is small but intentional. The light I allow into my life is positive, and the moment I sense negativity, I walk away without hesitation. I’ve built a new cheering section, one that lifts me up, and I’m running toward it unapologetically.
Do I still struggle? Of course. Imposter syndrome creeps in sometimes—questions like, What if they’re right? What if this is just a phase? But then I’m reminded of the purpose behind what we’re building here on the farm and having my bestfriend right beside me sharing the same visions. This isn’t a fleeting moment; it’s a life we’ve chosen with intention. And the reminders come in countless ways—big and small.
I’ve learned to listen to those reminders and embrace an unapologetic approach to my life and choices. I finally know what I need to be happy, and I refuse to compromise on that.
Moral of the story…If you’re on a similar journey, know this: it’s okay to choose yourself. It’s okay to walk away from the old and embrace the new. You deserve a life that makes you feel alive.
❤️✌🏼 Jamie
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