It’s almost 5 months into 2017, a year I ambitiously declared the year of clarity and then set to work on while also crossing all my fingers and toes hoping it would come true … this week, a few things crystallized.
Not pictured but worth mentioning: Versace Crystal bright perfume, my gay, and “Tuesday’s gone”.
I’m transitioning from my awesome, badass job that I love to an entirely new-and-different badass role at my same company. It’s already been stressful, challenging, and frustrating, and will probably continue to be for several months. But it’s an incredible career opportunity, and I’m extremely excited and grateful (also for my support system around this decision!).
I got talked into trying a new gym/workout, and it was the kick in the pants I needed. I haven’t decided exactly how it will fit into my workouts, but I have been needing to change my fitness routine and it was inspiring (more to come on that).
I am closer than I’ve ever felt to believing than I deserve it all in love, and that’s—believe it or not—a scary place. Because to get that, you have to give that. I have to be that vulnerable, and that has not historically been either my modus operandi or strong suit.
This week alone I’ve come into more confidence, comfort, and peace than I’ve experienced in quite a few months, and I am owning it. Because apparently, that’s what my clarity is all about.