Hello! My name is Faith Flynn. I am incredibly proud to be sitting here today and writing to all of you. Something about writing feels cathartic and like I am actively passing on a part of myself that can be impossible to replicate if you let the moments pass.
While writing is something I truly enjoy, it is the thing that I don’t find myself doing far too often enough. On some level I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Notebooks filled with journals and short stories and poems and songs. I would write my name a hundred times, a hundred different ways. I have beautiful penmanship when I want to, an art that my grandmother believes is totally lost with this new generation of millennials.
Blogs to me always felt like a dime a dozen. I really never understood the hype. I loved to write but somehow still had zero desire to ever go down that path. Fast forward to 2019. My blog is launched and working on it is something that feels so powerful and rewarding and beautiful. I see the potential that it has and the way we can move mountains with our words. It’s a project that I hope I am forever keeping up with and sinking my teeth into. How powerful it is to align with our way of sharing our story with the world.
About five years ago i found myself rounding the corner of the real world. I had just started a job at a cool production company in New York City, I was living at home with my parents, trying to save enough money to move into a shoebox apartment in the city. I had high hopes, but honestly zero expectations. I took each turn as it came to me and was keen on making the most of this time in my life.
A year went by, then another year, and my truth sunk deeper and deeper within me. This feeling of being torn was constantly pulling at me. This voice repeated itself, over and over again, “all this is temporary, this is not the end all be all, this is not meant for you, but that’s okay.”
While I listened to my heart, my mind searched. In some ways I felt like I was stranded in a hole in the middle of nowhere, and the only thing I could think clearly was, “figure out how to get out.” I then started listening to my intuition. I turned to my truth.
There was a part of me that knew exactly what I wanted to do. Help people, Coach people. Mentor people. Share healthy ideas and mental tips and tricks for people to live their best lives. Deep, deep down, I always knew. The story I kept telling myself was that I was too afraid to go after it. I let the fear outshine the love, and that was the spark that changed everything.
At some point between telling every single person I came in contact with how much I hated my job, and these temporary surface level moments of feeling like things were totally fine, I decided there was one thing that I could change, if I could not physically change my day to day life. And that was my mindset.
I started to become obsessed with being grateful for the little things. I was grateful for sunny days, and work out classes and free food whenever I was able to get my hands on some at work. I changed my mindset, and my reality changed. It was as difficult and also as simple as that.
I decided to show up everyday with love, an open mind and an open heart, and little by little, the floodgates opened. I found a bunch of motivational speakers just when I needed to and started listening to them and following their journeys very closely. I made it a point to be steady in both working out and my meditation practice.
All of the sh*t that I had previously been through had rhyme and reason to it. It somehow made sense that I had to sort through all of this crap to find the love underneath it all.
Fast forward to 2019, I have been at a job that at the end of the day, is the best possible place I could have found myself. I am contributing on a level I always knew was possible, but never quite understood the vessel in which it would deliver itself.
My blog is OFFICIALLY launched, my writing is out there for the world to see. I am interviewing women who are unbelievable in the way they live their lives and I believe I am here to help them share their stories with you, the world. I feel like I am just scratching the surface, just grazing the iceberg.
From here on out, all I can hope to do is to continue to show up in the world everyday as a vessel for the Universe, to be of service. I hope God continues to bless me with the words to say, to inspire me to write to and reach all of you. I hope to always be surrounded by family and friends and love.
I’m so grateful to begin to share all the parts of my story with you, and I hope in some way it will open your eyes or speak to your heart. I encourage you to share your story, to use it to heal and to inspire. Let every moment be a reminder to choose love.