Hurt

I am extremely hurt this morning. I have let my dream slip out of my hands. I try never to ask the question of why me? Why am I punished when I try? But today, I will just cry.

My father lest this earth in Feb of this year, and with his absence in a large portion on my life, he left money. I used the money to do what I have always wanted to do... Open a YOGA STUDIO! So I did. I found a space and jumped head first. It was the greatest time for me, to see my dream come to life. All I wanted was to share what I love with other people. Share what makes me happy. But money truly rules the world. Without it you can't pay the rent, the lights, the phone, you know everything. I have been informed that my space will be gone. It will be taken from me. I maybe $60 for the entire month of October, so of course I asked for a extension to pay the rent, while pass up!

I am hurt, that all I wanted to do was have my own space to teach yoga. I didn't want to get rich, I just wanted to teach. Now I am back to doing what I did before. Hoping for a better way.

What does failure look like? Me.