Today, on my 32nd birthday in the year of our lord 2016, I welcome you to my site. I’m excited that you’re here. Ecstatic, actually. I’ve had so many people supporting me along the way, encouraging me to take what I do to the next step, and telling me how good I look in skinny jeans. It’s really propelled me to new heights and given me the courage to try new things.
When I was 12 years old, if you would have told me that when I was 32 I wouldÂ be single, childless, 20 (30) pounds chubbier than necessary, and launching a website out of my parents house,Â I would have sobbed right into the JTT poster in my Teen Beat magazine. That isn’t the life that anybody would really imagine as being a “dream life”.
But here I am, all of the above, and happier than I could have ever imagined. Why? I don’t possess anything that mainstreamÂ media tells me I should have in order to ensure happiness. I’m not rich. I still have about 10k in student loans. I don’t have a butt like JLO. I don’t have a Birkin bag (but would accept one as a gift or even as a bribe. Not at all picky in that sense).Â Â I haven’t dated any of Taylor Swift’s exes. Ellen has not yet invited me to her show despite the countless times I have reached out. I don’t have an SUV full of adorable children. I suck at Pinterest and flirting like a normal human being. Yet here I am, happy as a clam. How is this possible?
For me, the answer is pretty simple: I chose this life. I saw it, I wanted it, and I chose it. Life for me feels like a reward. I get to explore.Â I get toÂ travel.Â I get toÂ write.Â I get toÂ learn.Â I get toÂ love.Â I get toÂ snack without judgement. I didn’t get stuck with it and it certainly wasn’t handed to me.Â But instead, I picked it. Out of a pile of opportunities, decisions, and life choices, this is the one that I chose.
There’s a lot to be said for choosing your own path. You’re going to get a butt ton of people who try to come along side of you who don’t understand your journey, and even worse, don’t want to. You’ll get the naysayers and the Debbie downers and valiant victims. You’ll get the leeches and the people who only want to be with you because you look happy. But when choosing your own path, you’ll also get something else:Â Freedom.
When you choose your own path, you’ll get to make decisions that are best for you, and you won’t feel bad about it. When you choose your own path, you’re allowed to make mistakes and try the same thing a million times. It’s acceptable. Why? Because it’s completely and wholly and purely you.
I, today, choose me. I choose this path. I choose this adventure. I choose this life. I, today, choose to write down my thoughts in hopes that it will enrich the lives of others. I choose to be vulnerable and honest and sometimes mean and most of the time funny. I choose where my feet land and what my pen writes.
I choose this freedom. I choose this life. I choose myself. And I invite you to come with me.Â
Welcome to With Leah;Â a site dedicated to helping you realize your value when you, perhaps for the first time, choose yourself.Â