Be Your Own Cheerleader

For me coming from a small town where everybody knew my family back multiple-generations preconceive notions about me based on my last name were very common. Growing up I had many people to discourage me for wanting to strive to do good in school and to be able to make something out of myself. I was the first person in my family to attend a University and get a four year degree, followed by higher education.🙂

Education was not valued by my family. Many family members felt they had done well without it. Some people in my family were of old school values and had the opinion that a woman should only strive to get married, have children and tend the home. That is awesome if those are your views too, but it was not my dream. I even had some teachers in school to discourage me from applying to college, to tell me I was not college material and suggest I marry a nice farmer🤷🏻‍♀️

My point of sharing this part of my life with you is to let you know that sometimes even the people we look up to or love the most might not provide the support and encouragement that we want. Sometimes you are going to have to be your own cheerleader! If you want something and it is your dream do not let anyone discourage you from it. For me walking across that stage at commencement to get my MBA was my golden moment💪🏼

You might have to work twice as hard to achieve what you want than others with support, but it is so worth it. It is not selfish to make yourself a priority and to put yourself at the top of your to do list. If the people around you don’t want to be supportive then find people that do💕

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