I had to burn my past life down to build my current one.
That’s what it took to get where I am now.
And it was scary AF!
But I was dying a slow death by staying put.
I literally asked my doctor to diagnose me with some rare disease to explain why I felt the way I did…she didn’t of course.
Because there was nothing ‘physically’ wrong with me.
What was wrong was I was living a miserably unhappy existence that was sucking the life out of me.
But I was too afraid to do something about it.
I didn’t have the courage, money, bravery, intellect, or willpower to step out of security and into the unknown; at least that’s what I told myself then.
Until one day the pain outweighed the fear and I made the decision to bet on myself.
Not just for myself but for my children too.
Because what kind of mother was I living in unhappiness, anxiety, disappointment, and longing for something different?
So I burned it down.
I burned the whole fucking house down and I don’t regret it for a second.
Because sometimes this is what it takes to live your best life.
It was hard.
I was elated and freaked simultaneously.
I felt free and giddy as well as a bit wobbly and unsteady.
I felt every feeling a human can possibly feel that first year, positive and negative, and I kept going.
And to this day, I keep going.
Because living a life that is subpar to my dreams and desires isn’t living to me.
Wasting the time I have on this earth by holding myself back isn’t an option.
And if I have to burn it all down again to take the next leap in my life, I will.
So ladies, if you are holding yourself back from living life in a body that is anything but your version of perfect, let’s burn it down.
I’ll give you the gasoline and matches, but you have to make the first strike.
We begin on January 2nd.
Nutritionist. Life Coach. Strategic Pyromaniac.