Sometimes you just need to pause and raise your glass. 🍷
Celebrating doesn’t come naturally to me.
So often, I feel like a donkey, running after a carrot and away from the stick - all at once. 🥕🐴 📏
🥕 The carrot is some happiness place in the near future when a task gets done or a breakthrough is made.
📏The stick is the fear of not being good enough, the fear of falling behind, the fear of missing out...
Each time I sit down to meditate or practice yoga or write in my journal.
I’m reminded that neither the carrot nor the stick exists.
That real happiness and fearlessness and joy are found only - only - in the h e r e and n o w .
So in the spirit of Vietnamese Woman’s Day, I used my last 3 days to slow down and celebrate. (with a frozen strawberry and clean water in a champagne glass 😌).
2017 has been a hell of a year.
I have created beautiful things (oh shit - I really did wrote that book), learned precious lessons (from a multitude of WTF moments), and loved more than I thought possible (holy cow - we already had 1 year wedding anniversary.)
But more than just those glossy successes.
I’ve put myself back together after each breakdown.
I‘ve chosen to move forward even when I didn’t feel enough.
I‘ve taken the risks to put my work out there despite the crippling fear of criticism and the haunting feeling of being an imposter.
I’ve cried as much as I’ve laughed.
And I’m walking the path toward my dreams, holding my heart as my compass.
I heard someone said that for women, self-appreciation is the best form of revolution. Hell yes. I agree.
So I raise my glass to the woman I see in the mirror and say “You did it, love. You’re doing it. I’m so proud of you...”
And to you, my dear. I raise my glass.
To your big successes and small successes and glorious failures and all your what-the-fuck-am-i-doing moments because you’re trying your very best with the only life you’ve got.
I’m proud of you.
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