The day before Valentine’s day was wonderful - I had checked off all of my to-do’s, bought my husband Jacob’s gift, had a card prepared for him, and was finishing up some cleaning in our room when all of a sudden I felt it.
I was scrolling through instagram and was shocked. I could not believing what I was reading. My eyes swelled, my throat choked up, and my nose started sniffling. I couldn’t believe it.
There was another person on instagram who was struggling with the same things as me.
While hard work, persistence and tons of grit are vital traits for entrepreneurs to have, they cannot be pushed to the max, all day, every day.
It was around 10 PM the first time it hit me. Laying in bed, I was thinking about all of the to-do’s I had to accomplish over the next few days….
Sisterhood - a word that I associate with magical blue jeans that fit multiple shaped teenage girls (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, go read the book). For others, it may mean their sorority, their actual sisters, or their best friends from high school. The word can stir up emotions of pride in our identity and for others, it can stir up jealousy, betrayal, anxiety or feeling ‘left-out’ by a group we’ve longed to be a part of.
When I was 10 a girl in my class told me that I should eat more salads so I could lose weight and look like her. I remember as a kid in swim team the boys laughing when I would walk past in my swimsuit because my thighs jiggled. In high school, girls would complain about having to buy a size 10 prom dress because that was a “fat size”, when in reality I was working out, dieting and praying I would be able to buy a dress that would be below a size 12.
It 6:55 in the morning, I was running late and it was my first class. Trying to find the location where the trainer and other attendees were meeting was making my heart pound. I was going to be the newbie and heck - I was going to be the most unconditioned, least athletic, very late newbie the class had ever seen. As I saw the red flag marking the meet-up spot in the distance I thought to myself, “I could just skip and go to Starbucks instead.”
Does anyone else have little lies they hear throughout the day about themselves? These pesky little thoughts that enter into your mind as you go about your day that start off as soft whispers that we swat away like flies turn into shouts that drown out any positive thing we try to meditate on.