So I’m not changing names to protect the identity of the people I’m talking about. His name is Dave. Period. I met him in May of 2017 and my life has changed in unbelievable ways because of him.
We’re gonna get through all the minor details first and then get to the point of this which is why everyone needs a Dave.
You know I’m an expat in Guatemala. Been here over 3 years now. Lots of expats blow in and out of town.
Dave blew in. Stayed for a year. We dated for almost that whole entire time. And he became one of my greatest friends ever…and my number 1 fan. He left last May and my heart broke into a million pieces. We’re still very close friends and talk almost daily.
You can find out more about my relationship with him here (you really should read this):
But…I’m Not Ready to Say Goodbye Yet.
I’m an expat in a very small town in Guatemala. There is a very small expat community here and if you know anything…
Anyway this article isn’t about my relationship with Dave. It’s really just about him.
My #1 fan.
My son loves me to a million pieces and thinks I’m the next best thing to sushi. I think. He supports me and my work (and even financially because it’s tough af being a freelancer) and thinks I do a great job at whatever I do. I could probably consider him my number 1 fan too.
But Dave? By far he’s on the top of my list for fans. But he’s a different type of fan (and I really do hate to use that term). He pushes me. He challenges me. He encourages and tests me. He cheers me on so loudly I can hear him from him.
But most of all, he believes in me when I don’t. He tells me I’m awesome. He tells me all the time “I believe in you, Iva. I have no doubt you’re going to make it. I know you can do this, Iva” and so many more little words of encouragement.
These words all seem to come at the right time. Just when I think I can’t go on anymore. Just when I think I need to tap the fuck out. Dave’s right there shouting “you’re awesome”. Thanx Dave. You don’t even know how much that means to me right now.
There were many days and nights I cried wondering what’s it all for. Why am I doing this? Nothing is fucking working. I can’t go on. I’m tired. And then I hear Dave’s voice “I know you can do this, Iva”.
And I don’t give up.
When I share my good news about any achievement, no matter how big or small, he cheers loudly. I share every little thing about my work with him. He offers suggestions, he congratulates me, he supports me 100 million %.
He’s even gone so far as to pay for my internet to make sure I have the best I could get in order to keep working. He wanted to make sure nothing stood in my way.
I’ve never had support like this in my whole entire life. Ever. By anyone. No one has ever cared that much about what I do or how well or poorly I do. No one has ever pushed me so hard before. No one has ever cheered this loudly for me. Ever.
I was raised being constantly told I was a failure and a disappointment to the family and I was never going to amount to anything and I was a disgrace. I was a loser and an idiot and stupid.
That’s all I ever heard. That’s all I knew. Any amount of encouragement or confidence had to come from me. No one else was going to supply it for me. I was on my own to believe in myself. Lemme tell ya right now, that shit is fucking hard.
It’s fucking hard to push yourself and cheer yourself on when even you don’t believe in yourself. It’s hard to say “go iva you can do this” when you’ve never heard it before.
It’s hard to keep going and digging deep to find confidence and erase years of plugged in limiting beliefs. Especially after almost your whole life, nothing has ever worked out right. Nothing.
Dave makes me believe in myself.
I keep pushing and working and striving to do better, not only for me, but for Dave. I promise myself to not let him down (or myself for that matter). I promise myself I will work my fucking ass off to make him proud.
When I’m standing on stage giving a keynote speech Dave will be in the front row with VIP tickets (beside my son of course!).
People seem to think that those of us in the Personal Development field ooze confidence. We do. Sometimes. Some days we don’t. And we need Daves.
We all need at least one person who will push us, rub our back, high five us and make us go on.
We all need one person who will lift us up when we are so low we’re certain we will never see light.
We all need one person who will be our guiding light when the road is dark.
We all need a Dave.
Be one for someone you know could use that extra push. Be one for someone you know could use those extra words of encouragement.
Be there, 100 million % for someone who doesn’t believe in themselves. With a little extra love, faith and encouragement, mountains can be moved. Help someone move their fucking mountains.
Each and every single one of us need someone to believe in us, especially when we don’t believe in ourselves.
Reach out to someone and tell them how awesome they are.
Reach out to another writer and tell them they are doing an amazing job and you love their work.
Reach out to someone and tell them the world is a better place because they are in it.
Reach out to someone, please. Today. Your words will make a world of difference in someone’s life. Today.
I love you Dave ❤ Thank you always, from the bottom of my heart. I am blessed to have you in my life and call you my friend.
Peace and Love
xo iva xo