As I get older and look back on what I’ve done with my life since graduating high school I have had good memories and bad memories. I’ve always had a fear of failing and not living out my dreams. I remember growing up I wanted to do so many things, I was in so many clubs, Girl Scouts, Ballet, Karate, ….Saturday Academy (nerd). I had to sit down with my mom and actually cut out stuff on the weekend. At 26………..I realized I have that same mentality. I’ve tried my hand at finishing college, but most recently had a big road block, and while I feel insanely lucky to have a full time job, I yearn to work for myself and to be creative. I’ve even studied nursing and while science is literally ingrained in my blood I couldn’t stomach it 65% of the time. I could go down the list of things, but that’s now what this is about. While In Miami last year I found myself in deep thought as it rained the entire weekend I was there…I thought about my life, and my goals, and am I really doing what I want? Of course as I was staring 26 in the eyes
I’ve always revolved my dreams around goals that involve be being creative, helping others see the beauty in themselves, and most of all fashion , design, and cooking. Typical. Last year I spent 3 months training to become an business owner. The late nights of researching, window shopping, and studying businesses brought about tons of ideas. I completed that course, and I’m actively working on my business plan and speaking with people about a plus size swimming line for us Hip and Hippy Ladies…well all ladies for that matter. I ‘m both excited and scared that this is probably the longest thing that I’ve committed myself too, my boss knows I want to work for myself and become a business owner and he’s supported me throughout the entire journey.
This story may seem way off base according to the title…but it isn’t. In fact it’s all connected. You see, while I work I have a separate set of bills like anybody else. As I sit in my room looking at all the nice things I’ve brought in the past years when my money was shall we say ….fruitful. Today none of that matters, the shoes (well some of them I’m not parting with my Prada’s No way baby), Handbags that I literally worshiped having, and clothes that I don’t need or wear on a regular basis since battling my weight issues. They need to go, and with that sadness comes happiness. I plan on using all the proceeds to purchase my business license, business registration , and Web Template on Shopify. I’ve put a few items on Ebay for sale. Selling my Rebecca Minkoff Mini M.A.C would certainly pay for half of my $340.00 Basic Business License. I have such big goals for this year and helping me by buying some of these items would be gratefully appreciated.I know I’m pretty honest of this blog, but I’ve never been this honest…I’ve never even been able to ask for 20 bucks on my bluest day let alone really asked for support in a goal that I am seriously devoted to.
So take a look at the items that I’m going to link up and even the smallest donation would be amazing. I’ve put a paypal button up. Oh MY gawd….I can’t even process posting it and asking for help. haha…my grandfather told me that it’s a catch 22 to have that as a trait. I believe him…sometimes my pride is so thick that I don’t want to ask for help…but I need to make things happen sooner rather than later!
Take a look at my Ebay Items.
Here is my >>>>Ebay Store<<<< Go check out some other Items! I’ll be posting more soon.
- Thanks to anybody who bids, who’s supported my ideas, and anybody who wished me well-