Happy tears. Cheers to daring greatly.
Today was one of those magical days. It went a little something like this…
- Morning coffee made for me with love.
- Happy banter over breakfast.
- The sound of lawnmowers in the distance.
- The sun shining down on me… just a breath of wind and not a cloud in the sky.
- Social media shout outs and emails to and from some beautiful chickie souls.
- Soaked up a few chapters of Braving the Wilderness by the incredible Brene Brown. (If you smell girl crush right now you would be right.)
- Had a chat with, a completely gorgeous new client – exactly the kind of person I love to work with.
- Got a gorgeous testimonial from a beautiful client whose exciting new product is about to launch…
- My new website is up and running, with most of the kinks ironed out … LOVE that tools and tricks for unstoppable chicks are flying out into the world into the hands of gorgeous chickie superheroes who are out there smashing it! Being brave and bold, making stuff happen and moving forward too… go the chickie sisterhood!
- My daughter rang and we laughed about jobs and clothes and moving vans and life.
- All was well in the world.
So I took a moment
A moment just to be
To stop and breathe and to be grateful
I sat in the sunshine with a cup of tea
And I cried
They were exhausted tears
Quiet tears that rolled silently down my cheeks and along my arms.
I love growing – I love what I’m doing, the life I have designed for myself on my own terms. It’s full of adventure, full of passion, but it’s not without its risks.
My inner mean girl still comes to town.
"What if you fail, you’re not good enough, you don’t deserve this…"
"You’re all on your own … you’re on the edge its risky."
AH, but on the flipside,
I’ve never felt so alive
it brings me joy
it makes me smile.
and then there is that feeling that you get after you step out of your comfort zone and do something despite the gremlins in your head, despite the blind terror, despite the people calling from the sidelines
you do it anyway… you own it. You own YOU.
Boy is that feeling addictive.
It is exhausting moving forward, breaking through fear and uncertainty.
Getting up every day and doing it again, working your arse off when to the outside world it probably looks like your life is one big holiday.
There’s a Theodore Rooselvelt quote that I love from the foreward of Brene Brown’s book Daring Greatly that says:
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again,because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause;who at the best knows inthe end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.”
Today I think I realized that I’m finally hanging out in the arena.
Yes it’s terrifying.
Yes it’s hard work
But by god it’s worth it!
And tomorrow I will move on down the road to the next part of my chickie adventure.
I let the tears flow down my cheeks, I let the warm wind and the sunshine dry them…
I whisper to my mean girl… it’s ok lovely, we’ve got this…
I take a deep breath and I pick up my sword and get the f*ck on with it!
See you out there lovely chickies.
P.S Special note to all of you lovely chickies who are out there in the arena too, giving life your best crack and keeping moving forward despite whatever gets thrown your way too. Keep going. You’re doing a fantastic job. You never know who else you are inspiring to keep going too. xxx