You already know how much we love The Giving Keys (read more about it, here).  Tina Wargo, a writer for Hello Giggles, shares her personal story of feeling down and out (we've all been there) and how The Giving Keys touched her, helping her climb out of discouragement and into joy.  Here is a snippet of what she has to say:

"If you’re a recent college graduate, or if you’re like me, and you’re a year out of college and still referring to yourself as a “recent college graduate” to preserve your ego and attempt to shield yourself from the real adult world, let me share with you some words of wisdom that I’m sure you’ve NEVER HEARD EVER BEFORE: graduating from college is kind of the worst. It’s hard. It’s depressing. It’s painful. And worst of all for creative spirits like myself, the abrupt lack of stimulation and passion—the kind that would wholly envelope your every cell and electrocute your every thought each time you entered a classroom—can leave you utterly, hopelessly, devastatingly, suddenly uninspired.

But I’m not trying to scare you. I spent an entire year living at home, working a pay-the-bills restaurant job, sitting in my underwear, watching Netflix, browsing the (Internet version of the) classifieds, and feeling sorry for myself because I was stuck. “I never thought this would be me,” I’d groan to myself as I wallowed in self-pity. “I should be doing something by now,” I’d think, as I sat on my bed and continued to do nothing.

To my (retrospective) horror, this trend continued for months. The further I got from my beloved identity as a college student, the more I craved the creative spark that used to drive me. But as that part of my life drug behind me like a sad, deflated balloon I couldn’t bring myself to throw away, the less motivated I was to pursue any of the big dreams I was once unabashedly sure I’d easily achieve. And though out of the ashes do many superheroes rise, this vicious cycle unfortunately did nothing but drag me down deeper into the spiral of shame and disappointment I’d gotten myself caught in. I didn’t recognize the person I was anymore. I wasn’t working toward anything anymore, I wasn’t passionate about anything anymore, I wasn’t particularly interested in anything with my usual over-eager ultra-obsessive fervor anymore. To put it dramatically, but realistically: I wasn’t living for anything anymore.

That all suddenly changed on one particular day, in one particular moment. As inspiration tends to do to the lost and/or wandering, I found myself absolutely struck as I stood in front of a display rack at a local boutique jewelry store. Before me, like an overly-obvious metaphor in a kinda crappy coming-of-age movie, were dozens of keys. Keys on necklaces that bore many words, all of which lunged out at me: “Courage,” “Create,” “Inspire,” “Believe,” “Fearless,” “Strength.” All of the words that stood for all of the things I had been longing to muster up inside myself for the past 12 months were suddenly in front of my face, telling me I could be those things again, reminding me I could feel those feelings again, and assuring me that in spite of the sticks and stones I had allowed to break my bones, words were there to cure me. I needed to know more."

Read her full article and find out how her story continues, here.

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