“Sometimes you need to step outside, get some air, and remind yourself of who you are and who you want to be.” - Unknown

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It's About Damn Time...

After almost a whole month of a never ending roller coaster, I FINALLY feel like my Badass Self.

Is It Too Good To Be True...

I don't even know which day, last week, was my first "Behind The Scenes" post, but since THAT post I've had a few more BLAH days. Part of my drama has been sick kids, but honestly, I wasn't 1 iota sad each day that one of my lovelies was home from school. Let me be 100% transparent here (don't tell my husband😂)-if someone else had to stay home for the day, it means I get off the hook for all my responsibility...

It was SO easy to make an excuse as to why I couldn't work at my desk...

I no longer had to worry about taking care of the dog...

I worked from bed AND that meant I could be extra lazy...like I didn't even brush my hair (more than once😳).

...Believe it or not...I could go on and on with the excuses...I made them all.

The actual point here is I had a pretty detailed plan for the work I wanted to complete on Friday. Mostly simple content creation, but high priority stuff I've been putting off. Wouldn't you know it, one of my kids was home from school again Friday and it was another fairly unproductive day.

And do you know what unproductivity does to a body prone to chronic inflammation? It's NOT GOOD FRIENDS!

My Own Worst Enemy...

Unproductivity means less moving around...less moving arounds means higher stiffness...more stiffness means more pain...more pain means...come on friends, I think you can see where this shit is headed!

Excuses. I was allowing my discomfort to keep me in a state of comfort. And another shock bomb...I was OK with it.

Maybe I was a little depressed, like I mentioned in my last post. Maybe I was well on my way to burnt out. Maybe I was experiencing a Perfect Storm of crappy experiences, but the absolute truth is, I knew I needed to be OK not being OK. I needed to take the time to slow down and figure out what the hell was REALLY happening.

Just What the F* Was Happening?

Don't know. I don't think I even care!

Here's the thing...it does me ZERO good to feel guilty about not doing a lot in February.

There's ZERO chance I can go back and improve my productivity (I don't even think I'd try).

I spent A LOT of time in reflection. Sure, I asked a lot of questions and for a span of a few days was genuinely worried, but good golly Miss Molly, I got a LOT of clarity. I have simple plans that I can quickly execute AND help others duplicate.

Seems to me, that's a win.

Is This A Trick?

As I'm writing this, I'm proud that I made it down Mt. St. Staircase by myself today. I didn't give myself a chance to make an excuse to NOT do it. I even rocked this day feeling the DESIRE to do a lot of the day to day stuff I've been dreading. But now as the afternoon drags on, my arms hurt and my back is burning. My knees have been screaming all dang day. SO, the question is...what will this evening bring? Will I push through tomorrow? Will I make an excuse to take it easy?

Does anyone even care? Are my words an inspiration or do I just sound like I want sympathy? Is this going to be another thing I "try" to make an impact and it just fizziles?

Guess we'll see 😜