It’s been quite a while since I wrote anything. Life has been ridiculously busy. Work, kids activities, house responsibilities and other shenanigans. I’ve thought a lot about this blog and now that I am on winter break, I heard the calling and so here I am. There is a lot to write about but with everything going on with death and losses I want to write something that is very close to my heart.
I am tired of being scared. Afraid of answering my true calling. I want more from myself. Not in the sense of more for lack of not being enough- more in the sense of what is good. More of me.
The truth that has been weighing me down, is that I care way too much about what others think of me. I want to let my hair loose and not give a fuck.
I want to run that marathon.
I want to let go of the guilt for saying good-bye to toxic people- even if they are family.
I want to live to my values and rise to my standards.
I want to love me more.
People will talk about me and judge me no matter what anyway- so fuck it.
Here’s to not giving a fuck about being scared and to living faithfully to myself.