Emotions spiraling out of control, that day was not like any other day I’ve ever experienced. We were told that we had to leave the apartment complex by the end of the month. That we were being evicted. We were told that due to one of the security officers feeling threatened by a text message that was sent to her, we had to leave (it’s a long story).
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Here I was in a city and state that I barely knew much about, without a full-time job, and being told that I was about to have nowhere to live. No roof over my head. Where was I gonna go? What was gonna happen to me? How would I survive without any real money coming in? What was God trying to tell me? All of these questions entered my mind as that day went on.
I had to act and I had to act FAST.
Because Atlanta had been such a dark place for me the entire time I lived there, I knew that it was a possibility I needed to leave in order to hold on to the little bit of sanity that I had left.
Once I decided that leaving would be best, I called up my parents and explained what was going on. Long story short, I ended up moving back to Maryland. Here I was having to start all over again. I didn’t know what was in store for me! I knew that I had to trust God though. In the process, I had to figure out the lesson that God was trying to teach me from my Atlanta experience.
Over time, I figured it all out.
Here’s a few lessons that I learned as a result of such a painful experience.
1. I learned the importance of planning.
I literally just went down to Atlanta with absolutely no plan in place. Like who does that? It sounds pretty crazy to me. I’m what you would call a “free spirit” and before this experience, I never really felt the need to plan much. I kind of just went with the flow for everything. Whew baby! That way of thinking quickly changed after I realized that if I would have had a plan going into this move, I would’ve most likely been more successful. I wouldn’t have had to struggle so much. I appreciate every moment of the struggle though! That struggle is what led me to starting DFBG and I’ll forever be grateful for that.
2. I learned how to express gratitude.
Expressing gratitude is something that is really big for me. But it hasn’t always been this way. I used to be the one that complained about literally every single thing! I was a spoiled brat and didn’t even realize it. Being in Atlanta allowed me to hit rock bottom and realize everything that I DID have. Everything that I should have been grateful for from the beginning. Although I was on the verge of homelessness, I also was:
- Still living and breathing
- Still able to eat
- Still had family and friends who loved and supported me
- Most importantly, still a child of God!
Now, I’ve made it a daily practice to write 3 things that I’m grateful for. It has been working wonders in my life. You should try it out and let me know what you think!
3. I learned how to humble myself.
I’ve never been the type to ask for help unless I truly truly needed it. I didn’t want to be seen as a “failure” to my family and friends because I wasn’t able to succeed while in Atlanta. Y’all, I had to really humble myself here. I had to call home to my parents and reveal my deepest, darkest secrets. This was extremely hard for me! I asked them for help and they came through. My father paid for everything I needed in order to get back to Maryland, no questions asked.
4. I learned how to appreciate my loved ones.
During my stint in Atlanta, I basically stopped talking to most of my family and friends. I was so out of touch and so depressed that I was iggin’ everyone! Looking back at it, I must’ve been totally out of my mind in order for me to have done something like that. The people in my life mean everything to me and I can’t imagine cutting them off! I appreciate every single person that’s in my life and all for different reasons. Everyone is special. Everyone has a place and I could never do such a thing again.
5. I learned how to stop spending recklessly.
While down there, I was still spending recklessly on food, clothes, shoes, and whatever else I could get my hands on (even without a job). I had a nice savings going down to Atlanta but blew every single penny. This experience changed my outlook on my finances completely. I had to give myself an intervention forreal! I had to tell myself that if I wanted to be secure financially and beat the broke life, then I was going to have to stop buying Jordans and making childish decisions. I had to put on my big girl panties and start taking responsibility for my actions. If I continued on down that path, who knows where I would be today!
6. Most importantly, I learned how to love myself.
I wasn’t kind to myself. My self-esteem was at it’s lowest point ever in life. I felt worthless. Once I left Atlanta and started to get back on my feet, I realized that I treated myself horribly in the decisions that I made. I had to snap out of it if I wanted to see some changes happen in my life. I started taking better care of myself…
Spiritually. Mentally. Emotionally. Physically. Financially.
What was the result? I lost 40 pounds. I got closer to God. I got my finances in order. I became more positive. I fell in love with myself all over again.
It was not designed for me to move to Atlanta and thrive. I feel like everything was going wrong because I went against everything that I knew. I was put through that terrible period in my life to become who I am today. I am better in every single way. I am doing things that I’ve never done before; I am making plans for my future, I am responsible with my finances, I am making wise decisions regarding my health, and I am happier than ever before! I’m at peace right now in my life.
Now let’s talk about it. What have you learned about yourself along your own journey that could help you move forward in the right direction? Sound off in the comments, I wanna hear from you!
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