I declared 2022 to be my year. Even through struggles and fresh grief, 2022 did NOT disappoint. Building on the 43 reasons 2022 was my year, I hereby declare, loudly and proudly, that 2023 will be MY year.
On the eve of the 2022 Polar Plunge, the eve of completing the first experience on my living – I was 100% excited, nervous, and unsure. This moment was 100% scary, thrilling, and liberating. And surprisingly, it wasn’t at all like I had envisioned the accomplishment would feel like. Read more to see how wrong I was.
From: Dec. 2022 Me
To: Dec. 2021 Me
“You invested in yourself and now a year later – are finally reaping the rewards.
But you wouldn’t have gotten here had you quit.
And you certainly wouldn’t have marked some items off your living list if you decided the path you were forging was too hard.”
To my archnemsis Fear, I have let you control me since the day I was born. And for the past 33 years (34 in 13 days) – I welcomed you with open arms. I let you control my life. I let you yell at me and make me feel worthless. I believed wholeheartedly….that you – […]
I have just been feeling…..off. Adrift in my own thoughts you could say. And over the past few days…I have watched the light flicker in the brewing storm. My gut instinct was to deconstruct every moment in the past 2 weeks that have brought us here. So of course….I happily obliged said gut. It’s definitely […]