When All Your Reasons Have Run Out.
I have no more excuses. None.
The summer treated us with divine gifts. A series of golden moments with family, friends, as a couple, and on our own.
We embraced new interests and reconnected with old passions.
We sat silently on the dock, and took time to find a deeper gratitude and appreciation for the country we live in.
We even found a place to live and a place to work. Well, Chris did.
Now it’s my turn.
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Big Girl Underpants
When we decided to come home, we made a conscious choice to give ourselves peace, time, and space in the summer. We talked a lot about what we wanted to be when we grow up and the parts I loved (and hated) about working in social media, marketing, and events.
It was important to us to figure out ways to continue on our path of living big. To live life fully and make it a priority to follow hearts and follow dreams.
My dream, simply put, is to create and be creative. To get my hands dirty and have tactile, tangible pieces developing in my hands. I have never had such a deep urge to design beautiful things, fun videos, and write words. Many of them.
And if I am truly living big, this is where my next adventure begins.
I have said repeatedly that I want to write a book and write consistently on the blog. I really do. Yet I always seem to find ways to be too busy or overwhelmed by other “stuff” that needs to be done first.
At least that is where I put the blame.
Getting out of your own way
I love taking on challenges. I can and have done uncomfortable time and again. I have climbed mountains, ridden motorcycles, scuba dived, sky dived, zip-lined, and so many more adventurous, physical, and out-of-my comfort zone type of activities.
This challenge feels much different. It is far more getting-out-of-my-own-head kind of game instead of a physical one.
My success is no longer a concrete goal that I can simply accomplish by crossing the finish line. My success is determined now on my skill in telling a story.
I need to create an exciting enough experience for you, the audience, to keep coming along for the ride. And frankly, I’m not quite sure I have that capability.
Putting it out there always makes (some part of it) come true
I have a book (or two) in my head along with a couple of screenplays and dozens and dozens of blog posts of the trip.
And I want to write them all.
I am saying this now on the internet so that it might come true. (While gagging in the process).
Now my husband, friends and family are all holding me accountable. They are asking me how my writing is going and all I want to say is “Sod off, I’m not ready and Thank you”. My discipline and focus not yet refined enough to keep me in my seat. Social media still grabs hold of me too often.
I love them all dearly and can’t tell them enough how much I appreciate the nudge to start this ambition.
So now I must write. I no longer have a reason or excuse not to do this.
It’s time to start pursuing another dream with reckless abandon.
What do you dream of doing? Sometimes just putting it out into the world is the best way to get it started. Drop us a line and we can hold EACH OTHER to living as big as we can.