I was riding the elevator today and it reminded me of a conversation I was having with God, he was reminding me to take the stairs.

I am talking about taking the stairs metaphorically, in my past whenever I started exercising, eating healthy, a new idea to bring to life. I was always looking for the easy button, and when I couldn’t find it and things would get challenging, I would quit.

For the past 6 months already, this divine awakening, path God is leading me down, I haven’t had the chance to take the elevator. I have had to learn to walk this path solo in the physical world, lots of isolation. Learning to tune into God voice, as well as my own, to understand my energy outside of others wanting it for themselves.

I’ve endured so many trials and tribulations, being called to release everything, people, places, and things. The task of living out of the two suitcases, a digital nomad, no landing pad of my own yet. Wandering the world one destination at a time, so many ego deaths, over and over again, and coming out smiling anyways!

I am proud of the person I am today, I am grateful to God making me take the stairs, I have learned so many things about me. I am strong, I am resourceful, I can trust myself, I am a survivor! I am proud of me, so if you have the chance to take the elevator or the stairs, I hope you choose the stairs. It takes longer to get to where you’re going, but you’re better for it. Amen!