Updated: Apr 9
This is it. The word. My word. 2020 here I come.
Because here’s the deal. I feel that I lost a little bit of myself in 2019. I've struggled with things that I never in a gajillion years thought I would ever have to deal with.
I feel like I’ve lost my direction. My purpose. My focus.
I’ve been distracted. I’ve been pulled away from my “WHY”.
And it’s time to RECLAIM it.
Let me be clear. I have SO VERY MUCH to be thankful for. I am coming up on 12 years cancer-free. Praise Jesus.
I have the most amazing husband. And not only is he a snazzy dresser, he is darn cute.
I have 3 incredible kids that I love more than life itself. They are my world.
I am thankful for my life, my community, my friends, and how all of these things make me feel content and safe.
But in the spirit of being real, I’m just gonna put it out there.
I mean, not all of it. Just the last 1/2 of it.
Some shit went down in 2019 that definitely made a mark.
Like a big ole ugly, stinky skid mark that comes around unannounced and by surprise. It knocks you off your feet. It smells, it lingers, and it’s uncomfortable. And doesn’t go away on it’s own.
It just hangs around and tries to mess with you for a while.
It’s annoying, unnecessary, and disgusting.
When it happens, you try to do the right thing. You spend a lot of time trying to clean up the mess. With patience, grace and fortitude. You work hard to bring the thing back to it’s former glory.
But sadly…it just never returns to what it was before. It’s forever tainted and stained.
Finally, you decide it’s time to start fresh. You’ve gotta just throw that shit away and buy yourself some new underwear. (Or you know, whatever it is that got pooped on....)
Have you ever been in a place where things are just rockin’ and rollin'?! Like there is some good shiz going on and you just KNOW stuff's about to be EPIC?
Then….without warning, you find yourself on the bad side of a blowout?
It comes out of nowhere. It’s icky, awful, and gross. Just like a toddler’s bad diaper explosion, on an airplane. It stinks, it’s messy, and you have no choice but to deal with it. (This legit happened to me once on a long flight home from Atlanta).
And unfortunately, it impacts the innocent passengers around you, who are looking forward to a relaxing experience, reclining back in their chair, enjoying a nice peaceful flight.
And all you can do, is apologize, and try to make the best of things, until you reach your destination. You know it's gonna be okay, eventually, and you'll learn a lot in the process.
You'll learn that hindsight is 2020, and if you could do it over again, you'd pack extra diapers and onesies in the diaper bag. You'll say no to the extra queso and jalapenos on those delicious-looking "everything but the kitchen sink" tator tots at Applebee's. And next time, you'll trust your gut.
If you're struggling with feeling stuck. Or lost. Or in the valley....Hang on tight cuz you'll get to your awesome destination soon, with new skills and wisdom that will make the next trip even better. Just make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full and upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened. And make sure your carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you.
In other words, stand tall and confident. Plan ahead. And for goodness sake, keep your most important assets, resources, and friends, within arm's reach.
Make 2020 YOUR year to reclaim YOUR truth. Find that girl inside that wants out. She is still in there, waiting for you to go out and make some EPIC shit happen!