One More Resume or One More Step Toward My Dream?

I have a confession to make.

Since leaving the pharmacy, I’ve been caught in a quiet tug-of-war between survival and purpose—between taking the “safe” next step and holding onto the vision I’ve had for years—the one where I’m a full-time writer, content creator, and entrepreneur.

The one where my days are spent crafting stories that heal. Launching courses that empower. Building a platform that doesn't just pay the bills—but pays it forward.

But here I am, with funds running low and fear breathing down my neck. I’ve been sending out resume after resume. I even have a pharmacy interview scheduled for tomorrow. I’m qualified. It would be stable. And yet…

It’s not what I want.
It’s not who I am anymore.

The thought of returning to that environment—one that drained me instead of inspiring me—feels like betraying the very promise I made to myself when I walked away: that I would keep going until I created the life I actually want to live.

And I’ve been doing precisely that.

In just a few weeks, I’ve built a proud portfolio. I’ve signed up for every legitimate writing database I could find. I’ve applied to dozens of freelance copywriting roles. I’ve designed course materials. Outlined books. Rebranded. Refocused. Reclaimed.

I’ve started to feel alive again—on my terms.

But here’s the hard part:
My family doesn’t see the full picture. They see the bank account dwindling and the fear rising. They see the risk, the uncertainty, the possibility of failure, but they don’t see the momentum.

The systems I’ve put in place.
The clarity I’ve gained.
My cats curl up beside me daily as I type—almost as if they know this is sacred work.

This isn’t just about money.
It’s about becoming who I was always meant to be.

And right now, every instinct is telling me to cancel that interview. Not out of fear—but out of faith. Because I’m finally on the path I fought for. The one I cried for. The one I’ve lost sleep over. The one that feels like home.

Walking away from the pharmacy world again might look reckless from the outside. But from the inside? It feels like choosing myself.

So, if you’re reading this and standing at your own crossroads—between safety and soul, between fear and freedom—I see you. I hope you give yourself permission to trust what you already know.

I’m not giving up.
I’m building up.
And with every word I write, I’m rewriting what’s possible.

I’m scared—but I’m also excited. Excited to see how far I’ve come, even in the quiet chaos of uncertainty. And maybe it’s silly, but it’s like my cats know. They follow me from room to room, curling up beside me as I write, as if to say, “We’re with you. Keep going.” I didn’t expect their support to mean so much, but right now, it’s everything. And truthfully? I don’t mind the extra cuddles.

I know I’m not the only one standing at the edge of a life-changing decision—caught between what’s expected and actual, between the fear of failing and the fire of becoming.

Have you ever had to make this kind of choice?

If you’ve been here and faced the pressure to go back when your soul was begging you to move forward, I’d love to hear your story. Drop a comment, send a message, or just let me know: What helped you trust yourself when the world didn’t?

Let’s remind each other that we’re not alone.

~xo Heather