Yesterday I hit a wall. Everyone knows the kind of concrete face-plant that usually ends in tears and crazy utterances like, “I can’t do this!” For me, it doesn’t get to that point, anymore. I know when I am approaching that path and can usually steer clear. I decided to check in publicly to remind myself of the formula and perhaps practice how inspiration can interrupt that downward spiral.  I have been working extremely hard the last couple months because I know success is solely based on me Showing Up. As my work and tasks (and accomplishments) started piling up I got up earlier and earlier to exercise, study, read,…

Earlier (and often), I wrote about dissatisfaction and frustration with self, actions, and fear. It goes against the I’m-enough mantra. It’s part of why I started a blog. This time of year, it weighs heavy on my (and others’) mind due to all the talk about 2018 accomplishments and 2019 goals. Today I saw a post that was entirely related to positive reflections with and about the past. Being the ever-optimist, this post spoke to me much more than the others. As I re-read last month’s writing, even in my desire to make a change for the better in my life, I noticed those pieces were negative. Like something is…

I often say, to myself of course, but now to you, that I am trying to be my “Best Self.” That is my true and worthy goal, and a desire that is a blessing and a curse. I, like many my age, are trying to reach some level of better that probably borders on perfection—probably impossible to attain (probably). Best Self? What is that anyway? I am a true believer that perfectionism is a form of fear. I try to avoid it. All of these terms, I believe, are more likely related to empowerment. The void between self-loathing and empowerment is vast–I’d need a ship to make passage. I think…