purpose

They called me ambitious
for dreaming of a life beyond these shores—
as if wanting more
was something to be ashamed of.

But if being ambitious is a mistake,
then tell me—

was it a mistake
that I felt joy
when I reached my goals?

Was it a mistake
that I dared to hope
for the life I’ve been praying for?

Was it a mistake
that in all I’ve done,
I found peace,
contentment,
and quiet happiness?

No.
That was never a mistake.

I was not merely ambitious—
I was hopeful.
Hopeful that doors I could not yet see
would one day open for me.
Hopeful that even when I doubted myself,
God never did.

I was blessed—
not because life was easy,
but because I was given reasons to believe
when belief felt impossible.
Because even when my faith in myself trembled,
His faith in me remained steady.

And I was privileged—
not by riches or fleeting desires,
but by the quiet truth
that I am worthy of growth,
of confidence,
of a life that rises higher than fear.

Choosing myself
was never selfish.
Putting my needs first
was never rude.

What is truly wrong
is abandoning yourself
just to carry everyone else—
giving what you don’t even have,
while your own soul is left behind.

That is the real mistake.
Not me.
Not this life I’m building.

So if being ambitious
means believing that one day
everything will fall into place—
then yes,
I am an ambitious woman.

This is not empty desire.
This is a woman becoming whole.
This is a life built with purpose,
with faith moving forward
step by step—
with God within me.

And it will never be a mistake
that He brought me this far
only to place me
exactly where I am meant to be.

He never left me.

Live a life with purpose, not for show.