This pandemic hasn’t created new problems for me, personally, however, it has magnified the cracks and insecurities in my life that were much easier to ignore before I was socially locked down with no distractions from all of the wreckage that has been my journey for the last 7 years.
Talk about a hard pill to swallow.
That mess that I was effectively sweeping under the rug in every possible way, became too much anymore when I was home alone with my thoughts and my feelings and anxieties and with nowhere to run and zero distractions from what was staring me in the face.
So you know what?
I faced it head-on.
I stopped looking the other way and took a long hard look at ME and my choices. Who do I want to be in charge of the REST of my story?
I didn’t want to forfeit my ideas and thoughts and experiences to another human being no matter how much I love them anymore.
I don’t want to be a watered down version of my true self.
I want to love the things and people I love and not feel ashamed of the human being that I am. I want to honor my heart and my beliefs and I want to take my power back. I want to truly live my story out loud, with the volume way up and all the glitter I want.
So here goes.
I’m grateful that I got here but I’m sorry it took a plague to make me see where I was wrong.