This past week was exciting. I pushed myself to new limits, challenged myself to try things I had been fearful to, at on point or another, not want to attempt. Not knowing the outcome is the scary part but taking the risk in spite of that is what propels personal growth and, for that, I pat myself on the back.
Both outcomes were, at the end of the day, not what I expected. Life never is like that really, is it? Coincidentally, I found out on the very same day that that the two jumps I had taken were really to be considered baby steps, and not steps to the moon. So it was harder to process at first. But yank the bandaid off at once and then it's over. And...aaahhhh. Now reflect.
Immediatly the ego creeps in and I think, "what is it about me that I could've, should've done/been different? Time to reinvent."
Truth is: some things are really not meant to be. There is a bigger plan out there. There is a time and place for everything. And I've only just begun my journey.
As I reflect alone, and with my colleague, it's so important to remember puzzles. Some things don't fit. And when it's right, it's right.
I like me. Honestly, I love me. I love who I am and what I stand for. My path has seen the happiest of times and the saddest of times. I've been shaped by the toughest of experiences, beaten & humbled (but never broken), and softened by the touch of my children's skin. And I wouldn't change one second of this life for it has made me who I am today: the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful.
There is no rhyme, no reason to my story, there just is a story. It's my story. And as long as I never give up, it will go on. And that, my friends, is what really matters in this life. That is my legacy.
"Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim." -Nora Ephron