Living in My Learning Curve

Living in my learning curve, I’ve found a few things to be true: I tell a good story.

 My heart shows through—whether I mean for it to or not. When I speak, even if the person I believe the message is for doesn’t hear me, the universe does.

This is a tale in two parts:

  One of work. One of how I am received.

I allow this version to be in the first person because it feels more powerful. I’d love to narrate this without feeling or emotion, but some feelings knock too loudly to be ignored.

This episode is really about purpose—and trusting that things will work out. This experience has provided clarity, even when that clarity came from discomfort. Even discomfort has had something to teach.

The work I’ve done over the past 27 years—10 of which have been directly in the helping profession— I have learned to see through a lens I wasn’t born with. Experience shaped what education never could.

Knowing when to remove myself from certain situations has allowed me to find some success in this field. But right now, the learning curve when it comes to work feels steeper than I expected.

Some people choose not to work harder when challenges appear. I am my biggest critic. So when I see I haven’t met my goals, I tend to work in a frenzy. Providing service while in that state has been exhausting. Trying to keep learning has become overwhelming.

This is where most characters would break.This is where I mark my turning point.

As for how I am received—that’s a little more complicated.

This week offered just a small glimpse of who I am to others:

I have provided comfort. I have offered support. I have shared lots of laughs. I have been seen as a resource. I have been a friend. I have been a leader. And a soul someone called beautiful.

And though I often feel like I’m still becoming, in their eyes, I already am.

September 12, 2025