I am Von Renee and I was born and raised in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I simply enjoy writing and helping others. I don’t have the most glamorous life, but I’m not ashamed. I’ve made several mistakes during my 27 years, but I don’t regret any of it. One thing I can express to you is, I’m a hard worker and when I put my mind to something, I keep at it until it gets done exactly the way I envisioned it. Most times it comes out better than I ever imagined. My struggle growing up has always been figuring out what my purpose was. I knew I was here, but why did God place me here has always been my question. My resume consists of a bunch of retail, and then I step it up to a higher position and better pay. I worked for pretty much every retail store and a few restaurants which consisted of helping others but I still wasn’t happy with where I was in my life. I wanted so much more, and I knew I could pursue so much more. One thing I couldn’t stand was wasting my time with something I wasn’t interested in, which meant I wasn’t giving it my all.
“Things needed to change, and I was willing to do anything to make that happen.”
I’m not much of the person who needed to be with a group. I had a couple girlfriends I would hang out with every now and then, but other than that Von was working. Long story short, I began to become distant from those friends. I began to think to myself what do these “friends” bring to my life other than partying and having a good time. I realized the more and more I put focus on finding out what my purpose was, the more distant my friendships became. The routine became old and tired to me. After a while, hanging out with them seemed pointless and awkward. I knew these people since grade school and the feeling of growing apart from what I knew was really hard for me.
I prayed and prayed for clarity and every time I prayed I felt God telling me to just keep going. I was up for the challenge of making myself better than I ever was, so I continued to trust and press forward.
“So, I moved to Atlanta, Georgia”
After working in the dental field for 5 years, I was so ready for something fresh and new. I was ready to take a risk at something in life. So, I moved to Atlanta, Georgia, the place I’ve always wanted to live and make my dream a reality. I was in a relationship with someone I still to this day care about and I couldn’t bare the long distant relationship anymore. I wanted him to be apart of everything I did from there on out. I was willing to leave my family back in Boston to follow what I now know my heart was telling me to do more than my head was.
Living with someone for the first time, I now can say by experience, isn’t as peachy and fun as it sounds, but you all know how we are, love will make you do some out of character things. While I was there I started to lose myself in a way I never felt before. I felt I couldn’t express myself the way I wanted to. I had so much support, but I couldn’t grip anything on my own. Here I was in a new environment, great people around me, but I was lost and frustrated. It began to really take a toll on my body. I began to battle with my thoughts and question myself about everything.
One thing I always stayed faithful to was getting closer to God. I joined a church there in which I loved, but I was going through a battle I didn’t think I could beat, which made me inconsistent in going every Sunday. I felt that God wasn’t hearing my cry. I felt he had forgotten about me or was upset with me. There were several hurtful moments that pushed me closer and closer to heading back home to Boston, but I didn’t want to go. I had to really get my thoughts together, and think about the risks that were going to be taken. I cried and prayed on it and continued to press forward, but it was one of the hardest decisions I ever had to make. I had a very lonely but long trip back with major flight delays, and I cried the whole time.
“Being back in Boston was so bittersweet, but I felt like weight was lifted off of me.”
I knew pain was about to hit me and all I could do was prepare for it. I couldn’t go around it, I couldn’t go over it or under it. All I could do was go through it and pray to God to keep me strong. I did just that and in fear I fought the feeling of depression with all of my might. I refused to let this break me to no point of return. Not everyday goes well. I catch a moment alone where a few tears fall but after they dry up, I feel God telling me it’s going to be okay. Just trust me.
I knew if I was coming back here it was time to work and be focused. I was not coming back here to return to the poor decision making I had left from in the first place. The first week back, I got an interview and I got the job. I was so proud of myself. I even refused to contact anyone about my return because I didn’t want to get distracted. Catching up with people wasn’t nowhere on my bucket list. It was like God was waiting for me to return back with my family so he can began blessing me with what he had planned for me.
My main goal was to focus on Von and get done what should have been done a long time ago. I begin reading/writing more, I prayed more, I started being around my family more and just showing a different attitude even though inside I wanted to scream. I began taking every day of my life serious as if I wouldn’t see tomorrow. I literally changed my mind towards everything. I reacted to things different. I started planning more thoroughly. I spoke to God as if he was in the room with me. I felt my growth, I could see my growth clearly, and I’m pressing to see what’s next. This fire inside of me started to really burn. Whenever I had any doubt, I kept pressing on. With God by my side I can do all things.
“Amen to that!”
Hey y’all, well I’m pretty sure you have an idea of who I am by now.
My hopes are to incorporate content from life inspiration, those on the rise interviews on my upcoming YouTube series, and much more.
I will always give my honest opinion in everything I write. Just like in life, everything that glitters isn’t gold. When giving or receiving advice from someone, you want the truth, even if it hurts.
This is my diary that spilled out into a blog. I’ve owned several diary’s growing up and it was something I wouldn’t dare to share, but once I reached a certain place in my life, I started to give my truths, struggles, and accomplishments. Don’t be shy to use the email below if there is a topic you would like to hear about :]. It took a long while for me to start this site, but where I am in my life right now, I am confident my experiences will help someone else whose willing to see growth within. I feel my growth, and I love the woman I am becoming.
Everything written is original and straight from the heart. I appreciate the love and support from everyone during my growth season. There is so much more to come and this is only the beginning.
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