Surviving 2021

Surviving 2021

OK, so this is going to be a tough one.

Surviving 2021 has been tough on me. And it’s so difficult to admit that.

For years I’ve tried my hand at blogging but I couldn’t seem to get a hang of it.

I’ve tried my best to write about my thoughts but there seems to be a huge block. I couldn’t figure it out at first, but recently I’ve got to thinking about why I wanted to blog in the first place.

A few years back I wanted to earn from this blog. I wanted to have a ton of followers and sponsors.

Over the years I wanted it to be a moneymaker. I was thinking if others could do it, why can’t I?

But things aren’t always what you expect them to be.

I got busy at work and stuff happened, and I couldn’t find the time to really sit down and think about what I want to write.

And honestly, 2021 hasn’t been nice to me, at all.

The pandemic shook everyone, including me. But it turned out to be a good thing eventually.

I got to focus on work, build my dream team, and reach six figures in my freelance business.

Little did I know it would take a turn for the worst.

My team and I started the year with optimism and a target.

The goal was for us to make 7 figures per month. I was confident we could do it.

My team was great at what they do. I was in a good network. And my portfolio had good results.

I mean, we made it before, so why not aim higher, right?

Everything was going well.

But then, clients started canceling their contracts. We had trouble communicating with one project.

Even my personal relationship with a good friend was affected.

It took a toll on me.

I questioned my capabilities as a freelancer. And it affected the confidence I thought I had.

I couldn’t write.

Something was eating me on the inside. And I couldn’t get rid of it.

I tried diverting my attention into helping others. We supported my father with his campaign to help the less fortunate during the second lockdown.

But like everything else, it didn’t go as we planned.

We got infected with COVID. On my birthday, of all the time.

At first, it was my dad. Then it was me and my mom. .

I spent my birthday in the hospital, staring death in the face.


It was a miracle I survived. And since then, everything changed.

Looking back I felt like I was too greedy about so many things. I wanted too much, too fast.

2021 was supposed to be my best year yet.

My plans included a course launch, growing my agency, and being a person of influence all at the same time.

Back then I didn’t realize I was spreading myself too thin. And I got burned out.

I survived. At the same time, I had a good 24 days of reflection.

Being cut from the public, even my family has gotten me thinking about who I have become.

And honestly, I didn’t like it.

As much as I hate to admit it, I became fixated on winning and success. So much so that I have forgotten to nurture my faith, myself, and my family.

It was difficult to be quarantined. I felt isolated and alone, and I realized how valuable physical touch was for one’s mental health.

The worst part was the thought of leaving my kid alone without anyone to care for him.

Sure, I have family that would look after him when I’m gone. But any mother would attest that no one else can provide the love you have for your child.

That’s what scared me the most.

But things were easier because of the friends and family who comforted us during the ordeal.

Contracting COVID forced me to take a look at my life and how I’ve been living it. And it made me realize how much I’ve taken my health for granted.

A few months after, I’ve taken control of my sugar levels and my overall health. My lungs were severely damaged, and I still couldn’t exercise.

Despite that, I am truly grateful.

Even if my father and I were hospitalized, we survived the ordeal with the help of friends and family.

My mother, who is a rheumatic heart patient, also tested positive with asymptomatic symptoms.

My husband and child were never infected.

It was such a relief for me, knowing that they were well.

Four months after I contracted COVID, we got one of the best surprises of our lives.

After nine years, I am now pregnant with our third child!

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We’ve been trying to conceive for some years now. P

People have been asking why we haven’t tried to get pregnant especially when K was younger. At the time, we felt like we needed to focus all our efforts to make sure our kid was ready.

Our kid was diagnosed with ASD when he was three or four. Since then we wanted to make sure he was already communicating well before we had another child.

It wasn’t an easy journey. Back in 2020, we tried our best to conceive but we couldn’t.

Maybe it was because of my uncontrolled diabetes. Or maybe it simply wasn’t time yet.

This child is a gift and a celebration of life.

And we are beyond grateful.

While we’re still trying to recover financially from COVID, I’m still thankful.

I am alive. My family is well.

And as long as I am here, I know opportunities will be available to us.

I can always go back and regroup, rethink strategies on how to get back to the game.

But for now, my priority and intentions are clear.

It gave me a new perspective on how I should be doing things.

Surviving 2021 was so difficult. It was such an emotional roller coaster for me and my family.

There has been so much loss for us. It came to the point where you’d think you’re looking at obituaries on Facebook.

Yet I am here, and I’m surviving 2021 the only way I know how: through prayer, faith, and action.

Now that 2022 is coming, I am optimistic that things will be better for everyone.

It may not go as I plan, but I know things will always work out for the best.

Here’s to a better and more intentional 2022.

Cheers!

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