I have had a hard year and that ain’t no lie.
I stepped out on faith and then didn’t trust. I led with confidence and then let 25-year-old insecurities erupt like a volcano over and over and over again. I lost my sense of purposefulness and struggled to get it back.
Up was down and down was up. Even though I was making progress, I was still drifting on self-doubt, confusion and longing-feelings I haven’t had in many, many years.
I got on my knees, turned the pages, looked at my life and I decided to dig deep.
I got into the water, floated on my back, looked at the sky and I decided to tap back in.
I decided to get stronger and snatch my power back. To reclaim me for myself.
An 11 year old said to me, “you have a smiling face” and that ain’t no lie.
I know that next year will be better. Tomorrow will be better. Today will be better. I will be better because I am fighting for it the whole way.