My Year of Saying Yes
December 31, 2015
As I wind down this year, I can’t help but smile. Like ridiculous little kid toothy grin smile.
I turned 40.
I quit smoking after way too many years.
I quit the job that suckedtheverysouloutofme.
I started lifting weights.
I saw Prince in concert 4 times. Over the course of 2 days. (Making it a total of 15 times I’ve seen Prince.)
I went to Sweden alone for 16 days. (And did a 10K race while I was there.)
I bought a faux leather fringe mini skirt. It’s become my favorite piece of clothing.
I applied to be a volunteer for the 2016 Olympics in Rio de Janeiro. (I was accepted.)
I’ve never felt more beautiful, alive and comfortable in my own skin.
I’ve never felt more vulnerable, either.
I said yes to things that scared me.
I said no to things that didn’t serve my highest self.
I made some cool shit happen in my world.
No fairy dust. Deliberate, clear actions created deliberate, clear results.
I decided to accept my own power and let go of other’s opinions of what’s right for me.
(Pro tip- you never know what’s best for someone else.)
I decided to be the light, not the load to the life I wanted.
I chose to stand up and advocate for my dreams, to turn those cravings into can-dos.
“That’s not possible” got a big FU. Not only has my body gotten quite the workout, so has my middle finger.
Here’s the bad news. The process is often absolutely terrifying and usually exhausting.
I am not spared worry, fear, doubt and all those other yucky things brains like to cook up.
Ugly thoughts. They sit in the back seat, are told to be quiet and they are not allowed to touch the radio.
The good news? It’s been worth every second of frustration, doubt and uneasiness.
I’m ready to create a fantastic 2016.
I’m going bigger. Bigger dreams, bigger goals, bigger ideas and bigger hugs.
I want to blow my own damn mind.
My wish for you in the coming year is to blow your own damn mind, too.
You’ve got magic to make.