Sometimes I sit and wonder if my dad is watching over me. It's been 26 years without him, I really don't remember him at all.
All I have a is a few photos, and memories that my family have shared. No idea what his voice sounds like, what it was like to share a meal with him, or how it actually feels to grow up connected with a loving, present, biological dad.
This caused a lot of pain growing up, seeing friends with their "perfect", happy, nuclear families. And me wishing it was all a bad dream, and that I would wake up one day and my dad would walk through the door 😥
Somehow, I figured out a way to blame myself for this. I held this strange limiting belief that if he couldn't make it past a certain age, then I wouldnt be able to either.
I'm at peace with this now. ❤️✌🏼️
At the same time, I'm super grateful to have been blessed with so many father (and mother) figures that provided guidance, wisdom, love, (+ tough love) and inspiration to strive to be the best version of myself. 💎
Lastly, I'm grateful to have the opportunity to pay that forward to the folks in my life and here on social media. My experience has made me aware of the need for mentorship (each one teach one) and being a powerful source of light✨ for others, because you never know what someone might going though.
If you read this far, thanks for taking a moment out of your day, to read a bit about my story. 😌
I'll be sharing a lot more in my book: The Power of Adaptability, on how to evolve through challenging situations like this one, and turn them into advantages or opportunities to create magic for you and those around you. ✨
Panorama 📸 by:
@mx.jack 
