Recently I've been thinking about how thankful I am for so many different things. Life's been good to me lately, and I'm not entirely sure what I did to deserve it.
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Over the past 26 years, I've felt like a victim, criminal and role model. I guess over time you start to feel like a whole lot of everything. When I first came to the US, I felt like a victim because I had no idea how to be an American. When I wanted a few pair of jeans, my family couldn't afford it because there was simply no money, because we came to the US without no $. My parents came to the US with -$ because we came with the debt of the flights from Bosnia to the US. For the longest time, I didn't understand why this was the case. Why couldn't I have a new pair of jeans? Why shouldn't I have a new bracelet? So on and so forth.
Over time, I felt like I wasn't a victim anymore. I got into my fair share of trouble in college. I was a bit of a bad influence (I didn't want to use the word criminal) I remember my first week hiding in a fraternity closet so as not to get an MIP (aka minor in possession) since I was at a frat party while underage. The drinking age in the US is 21 (ridiculous I know - you can fight in the army at 18 but you can't drink a beer until you're 21. Makes absolutely no sense.) Back to my fraternity closet story. It didn't matter whether or not I was guilty or innocent. Being at that party made me guilty (this is real talk people) so I could not get caught. I literally stayed in that closet for HOURS with a few other random people. I had no idea where my friends were, but we all stayed silent, as the house was inspected. After the coast was clear (several hours later) I ran like the wind to a safe haven and called a cab to take me home. I remember the fear of that experience. While it wasn't a really big deal, the entire time I felt like if I got caught I'd be going to jail (super exaggeration.)
After this entire experience, I mellowed down quite a bit and in the past few years, I feel like I've become a role model for younger girls and even those my own age. I was working full time in a corporate world since I was 19 and ended up going to my existing corporate job when I was 22. I've been working that job for 4 years now, which hasn't felt quite so long. With my corporate job, I realized my passion for writing, traveling and beauty. Tackling on 2 full-time jobs (corporate and the blog shenanigans) has been my best example to those younger than me. Hustle until you get where you want to be, and until you reach your goals. I am still hustling to get to the point where my blog and social media surpass my professional job. While that point is not here now, I know that if I keep hustling, my dream will come alive. That's the most important thing to keep in mind. I am a normal person. There's nothing special to me. I'm a human on this earth just like you. I just chose to pursue my dreams and make shit happen.
On an entirely different note, the boyfriend has been taking some serious outfit photos. We got ahead of it this weekend. I finally found someone who knows how to dress me better than I can dress myself. Stitchfix, only the best clothing program I've ever had the pleasure of doing business with and nothing works quite like it. After 3 boxes, they have hit the hammer on the nail every single time. I always keep the entire box of 5 items, because it's too hard to part with anything.
Have you tried Stitchfix before? What's your favorite memory as a victim, criminal or role model?
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