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Your neighbour quits his job and moves to Hollywood to try his hand at acting. Your sister relocates to Penang to raise a baby in a shack on the beach. Someone you know moves to Kyoto to become a ninja. If you’re like me, you’ve probably watched others make great sweeping life changes and thought to yourself all the reasons this is not possible for you. You may even have a list that looks something like this:
I’m in my element when being a social butterfly.
Thinking back to the times that have been the most special, the most exhilarating and the most damn fun, they’re the times when I’ve been bouncing around a room full of good people, just doing what I do best. Laughter matters to me. Being silly matters to me. Being with good people matters to me. So how did it happen that I’m at a place in life where I spent Christmas Eve, New Year’s Eve, my Birthday (and a lot of other days to boot) alone for the last few years?
I was born in the ghetto. I’ve looked death in the face three times. I spent years living with an eating disorder. My father left me when I was just a little girl. I’ve had to be hospitalized for major surgeries twice. I’ve spent most of my life medicated; for physical and mental ailments.
Yet, despite everything, I’m a very happy person. I’m grateful for my life every day. I love being alive.
I was the recipient of some bullying as a skinny young kid. One older boy in my neighborhood entertained himself with me occasionally by trapping me in our garage and threatening to beat me up if I tried to get out. Later, tougher kids would chase me home from school, I wasn’t actually hurt very much, but I became afraid of being beat up.
Even though I became an athlete in junior high school, the fear of being beat up persisted.
This is not a rags to riches success story, nor is it the story of how I overcame a life threatening disease and made millions. Rather, it is the story of how I have been blessed with the ability to work full time from home as a freelance writer.
My name is Joshua Rarrick, and my story begins in September of 2011. I was a truck driver, who worked full time hauling pipe and supplies to oil field locations in Texas, Oklahoma, and New Mexico. I was away from home for time periods ranging from 5 days to 1 month at a time, and I was longing for a way to spend more time with my family, yet still be able to provide for them.
“Some people CHASE happiness. And some people CHOOSE happiness…” -Robert Holden
I have a confession to make. I have made the most amateur mistake you can make when following your dreams. The one that even your grandma could have predicted. Yeah, it’s pretty embarrassing. Yet I’m going to open up and be vulnerable here, because I think there’s something you can learn from it.