I’m not impressed with society’s ideal of success nor do I want to even attempt to measure up to it.
I’m not normal. I don’t care what the box looks like – – I’m not trying to fit the mold.
I thank God everyday for the path I chose. I did jump off the main trail and into the bushes, under the rocks and into the dirt, but I’m back! In the midst of all of that I still had standards. I still maintained (
all part of) my beliefs. And thanks be to God, I came out with no children, no baggage and no responsibility to another person. *Insert praise break here*
What is my definition of success?
What makes me joyfully peaceful?
The simple things.
What are the simple things?
Traveling the world in an RV.
Sitting in front of a bonfire with friends, laughing and telling lies.
Buying a winter coat from the thrift shop.
Paying for the meal behind me at the drive-thru.
Meeting like-minded people who believe that good still exists in the world.
You see, I’m a very simple girl.
Money doesn’t impress me.
Designer clothes do not impress me.
Looks aren’t impressive.
Positivity is attractive.
Happiness is a show stopper.
Being a Dreamer is a conversation starter.
My ideal of living does not involve a 3/bed 2/bath home, husband, 2 children and a 8-5 no weekend job.
I want to walk in my calling. I want to learn. I want to live. I want to be free.
God has given me the great pleasure of seeing 27. There is absolutely no reason why I am not living the desires of my heart.
I’m thanking God in advance for making a way for me to live my dreams – –