Third Trip to Harrisburg
The first time I ever went to Harrisburg was in October 2019.
That trip changed me.
I don’t know if it was the long, scenic drive from Corry. Or the engaging conversations I had with folks attending the conference I went there for. Or how small I felt stepping into the empty Capitol Rotunda on a still and calm Sunday afternoon.
But something switched within me.
Since that trip, I have made intentional moves in my life to make space for who I wanted to become.
✨I left an abusive relationship that I clung to for all the wrong reasons.
✨I healed parts of myself I never talked about.
✨I walked away from a job I loved but knew I had wildly outgrown.
✨I aligned myself with people and purposes that would elevate me and those around me.
✨I took risks, knowing magic lives on the other side of fear.
Prior to that trip, I knew I wasn’t even close to living to my fullest potential. I was headed to Harrisburg to receive an award for a campaign that I devoted the previous year and a half of my life to planning and executing. A campaign my previous employer is still reaping the benefits of today.
But it wasn’t enough for me. I was burnt out, lacked joy, and although the campaign itself was rewarding, the award for it unfortunately, felt meaningless.
I wanted to help more people. Collaborate with more organizations. And be a part of something so much bigger than myself.
October 2019 me could not have imagined who I am today or what my trip to Harrisburg earlier this week would be about. But she’s also the brave one who took all the risk in the first place.
I’m running for State Representative because I’ve been there.
Because I was that version of me.
Because through poverty, depression, and discomfort comes opportunity and growth if you’re willing and able to put the work in.
Because I know that opportunity and growth waits for all of us in this District just like I knew it was waiting for me in 2019.
I know where we’ve been.
I see where we can go.
And I know it will be bigger than all of us.✨
