Upon first moving to California, I woke up in the morning feeling empty and cold. I was waking up to a life that was foreign to me, which was haunting. My body was existing in Los Angeles, but my soul was at home 2,335 miles away. I didn’t know how to divert my emotions towards positive energy, and found myself in a state of self-pity. I was warned that my heart would grow ill with homesickness, but chose to ignore it. I didn’t prepare for the trauma it would have on my character and was stubbornly naive to the multitude of ways it would effect me. For quite a while it was destroying me. I was at war with myself. Fortunately, I experienced an epiphany before what I predict would have been me going off the deep end; and as a result, have been practicing a new morning ritual that I wanted to share with my readers. Every morning, with coffee at hand, I take 15 minutes to reflect on life. I establish what I want to accomplish during the next 24 hours, evaluate my self worth, remind myself of my roots, and most of all, give thanks for everything I’ve been blessed with in life. I have such an enormous wealth of support. It’s incredibly humbling, and sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve it. But regardless, I am so entirely grateful. I don’t honestly know where I would be without it. Thank you so much.
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