In 2016, this blog was in full swing. A newbie on the scene, I wanted to be heard; heard not because I was a showoff or an attention seeker but someone who had a message to share with the world.
And the message was hope.
Little did I know that hope, was what I was going to need the most. With writing as my conduit for communication, I wanted to inspire people, be a voice of confidence, strength and faith when they were looking for direction in life.
It didn’t take long until my message was found and in that same sense I found myself. Soon enough, I couldn’t write the pieces fast enough and by the time they were posted, most articles had been republished, rewritten and shared a thousand times faster than I could promote them. You might be thinking, well that’s great right? I didn’t think so at the time. I was angry like an teenager whose older brother snooped through her journal, copied her ideas and thoughts and told everybody about it; passing it along like a juicy gossip note. Or someone who copied your exam answers because they knew you got the marks they needed and handed it to the professor first.