to not be
what they’re doing.
There’s nothing more intriguing
than being with someone
who feels as human
as you do.
Sometimes you have to be uncomfortable
before you can comfortably inhabit your skin again.
Don’t be afraid
Give yourself permission
to feel your way through it.
Expectations can ruin
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I wish you love.
I wish you joy, peace, and prosperity.
I wish you everything your heart desires and whatever those desires look like for you: whether that’s growth, strength, connection, creativity, flow, a new workout routine that sticks, your goal to read a book a month, more quality time with the ones you adore….
But above all, I wish you ease.
And if you fall off that fresh “New Year, New You” bandwagon, I hope that you take it easy on yourself.
When you catch yourself stumbling trying to find your way in your work life, love life, friendships, or with your family, I hope you know you’re a work in progress – and so is everyone else.
I hope you remember that while January 1st marks a clean date for a brand new start, you can begin again whenever you want. Any day. Any time. And within whichever moment you choose.
May 2018 bring you the ease that comes with knowing that you’re already enough, exactly as you are.
So I finally self-published my first book (not my last, I promised myself). The initial proof wasn’t what I wanted it to be. The size and feel: something was off. And the cover art was less than professional-looking. And so I tweaked. With the second proof, things felt better but there was something funky happening on one of the pages. A minor detail that, to this day, I can’t seem to ‘fix’. It finally went live on Amazon and with the cover image still not uploaded to the listing, I sat here thinking that I couldn’t let the world know about it until that little detail was fixed – until it was all just right. I was waiting for perfection. And that’s when I reminded myself that waiting for perfection often means we’ll be waiting forever.
So here it goes. I made you something. And it’s ready for you. It’s flawed. It’s raw. It’s extremely uncomfortable to put out in the world because it’s so close to my tender heart. And that’s precisely why I want to share it with you. Now.
Grab a copy. And if you love it, share it with others who can relate to it. And if you love it, I would be eternally grateful if you could leave a comment and rating on Amazon to get it out there some more. Because I truly believe that the more we share ourselves with others – the more we’re vulnerable, open, real, and raw – the more we encourage others to open up and share. And sharing is healing.
Have you ever ran from someone, some place, or something, thinking that you’d end up somewhere better – only to find that your new destination came with its own set of complexities and obstacles and ended up being more trouble than it was worth? And that perhaps where you were previously was the better option for you? Sometimes we buy into the idea that the grass is greener on the other side, only to realize that our lawn was actually pretty fab. What we want doesn’t always balance with what we need.
I’ve been saying for years that I’ve wanted to publish a book. As satisfying as it was to have the proof copy of my book in my hands, when people asked me about it, I found that while I would talk about the end product – the meat of that book of personal struggles and reflections – more often than not, I talked about the process. I talked about how it began as a series of random thoughts in my journal, scribbled as I sat on a beach in Jamaica during my vacation back in February. And how these thoughts began to take form when, one day as I was taking my typical wander around the city on a sunny Sunday morning with a coffee in hand, I was hit with a clear message that I needed to park my butt on my rooftop and write. And that when I listened to that pull to tune out of the world and tune into my writing, things just flowed.
While reaching the end goal was certainly satisfying and offered a colossal sense of achievement, there was something far more magical in the movement of getting to that end goal. There was more magic in the discoveries, unfolding, discomfort, and realizations along the way. And that’s often what we take for granted.
Never mind the years of experiences leading up to the point where I could reflect on the last 38 years of my life – the experiences that made me who I am today and infused my writing. Had it not been for learning tough lessons in life, love, and about myself, there would be no book.
There’s nothing wrong with being ambitious and being proud of our accomplishments but accomplishments are truly only sweeter when we learn and grow along the way. Checking those big goals off our lists might be what we really want in life but sometimes when we get there, we’re faced with “what’s next?” and “now what?” Reaching the goal marks the end of the process – and the process is where the beauty lies.