Each morning I wake up at the crack of dawn, work with my caregiver for several hours to get ready for my day, and then pump out work for around 10 to 12 hours each day, continue to work my caregiver for afternoon activities, then rest, repeat, and start again in the morning.
At the ripe young age of 10 years old I attended Catholic boarding school in London, England. I’ve been conditioned to work harder, smarter, more efficiently, and just keep going. Don’t get me wrong, I have my fair share of fun, but hard work has been ingrained in me as long as I can remember.
My definition of work has changed over the years and now encompasses spending my day working professionally, advocating for those who can’t advocate for themselves, working on trying to build a large social media following in order to affect greater change, and find some kind of balance in my personal life. I’m not always brilliant at it and I know there are so many other people in life trying to juggle balance too. Continue reading