I have always been ambitious.
Even when I did not feel confident. Even when I did not believe in myself academically. Even when I was broke, tired, and raising babies.
From early on, I had this fire in me, a deep desire for more. I have worked through pregnancies. I have worked two jobs while juggling family life. I have worked not just to survive, but to build something beautiful. And if I am honest, I love good things. I love spending money on my home, my kids, and the people I love. I love comfort. That has always driven me.
I remember sitting in my room after having my second son, thinking about the future I wanted for my family, a home of our own. Not just any home, but a place where I could watch my children play freely in a garden. I wanted the peace that comes with knowing something is yours. A space we did not have to leave. A place I could build memories in.
So I came up with a plan.
I told myself, “You can either go to nursing school and become a nurse, or you can start your own business and use that to buy your family home.”
At the time, nursing felt intimidating. I did not believe I was smart enough. I have always struggled academically, and the idea of essays and exams terrified me. So I chose business. I threw myself into it. I started more than one venture, poured in all I had. Some businesses grew. Some failed. And with each setback, I learned more about people, about money, and about myself.
It has been nearly 15 years since I made that plan. And guess what? I still do not own my dream home.
But I have not given up.
I am now in my final year of nursing school.
Me, the girl who doubted her ability to study, about to become a registered nurse.
And I still believe in the dream that started it all, the one where my children laugh in the garden of a house I own. A house I earned through perseverance, faith, and single mum motivation.
I am not just working for money. I am working for freedom. For stability. For that girl who once sat in her room and dreamed of more.
So yes, I have been ambitious all my life. I have failed, started over, and failed again. But I am still dreaming. I am still building. And I am not done yet.
Because single mum motivation is more than a feeling. It is a drive, a fire that keeps burning even when I am tired. It is the reason I keep showing up, for my children, and for the woman I am becoming.
