Hey Girl. It's Not Too Late.

Finding the me that was never found, but was forgotten during college, careers and adulting.

First, I'm not whining. This isn't a sad story. This is a conversation about self-discovery, reinvention and the start of a comeback. Don't be afraid to sit and read awhile. I don't plan to make you cry into whatever beverage you just picked up.

But here we go.

I, like most young people, dreamed of greatness. I thought by age 30 I would be fit, healthy, confident, flourishing in my career, a multi-millionaire, part of a power couple and raising the newest branch of American royalty. Can we say move over Trumps, Obamas, Bushes and Kennedys, there's a new family in town? Life would be fulfilling, busy and bustling with power, happiness, travel and adventure. 

Somewhere along the way, I lost sight of the hustle and what it took to reach what I wanted and who I wanted to be. I let circumstances, fatigue, disappointment and regrets fill the space that should have been consumed with thankfulness for what I had, plans to get what I wanted and newer, bigger aspirations. 

So needless to say, I sit here at 30-plus some, not exactly where I want to be. Don't be confused, there are things in my life I couldn't be happier with, especially that baby that calls me "mama." However, this story is far from over. 

Today, I'm recommitting to the little girl in me who had big dreams, who drove around the beautiful people neighborhoods knowing that one day she would find a seat among them and never had even a dip in self-worth. I promise I might falter, but I will figure it out. Today, I give that little girl permission to dream again. Dream of a relationship with God, an ideal marriage, being an amazing mom, being healthy and confident, successful and adventurous — it's not too late.