A close friend recently challenged me… “I’m not going to let you make excuses anymore.”
You see, I’d been hiding out again.
I let myself slip behind the scenes, back into the shadows, hidden away.
Sure, I could claim I’ve been in massive learning mode. I have. I’ve been behind the scenes working in some truly amazing projects and have learned so much about marketing, business and myself over the last six months or so…
I could tell you I’ve been so busy I just haven’t had time to blog because my business has kept me totally swapped. Yeah, that’s true, too. And keeping my word to clients by being available to deliver projects is a priority (without that, no business can exist!).
And I could say that life has kept me occupied with three homeschool kiddos and other family commitments that are top of my list (and heart).
Or I could be honest and tell you that sometimes I’m scared. Sometimes I’ve overwhelmed. Sometimes I’m insecure. More often than not I ask myself if I can really do this. I’m only me.
Then I remember three things that matter:
1. I got into business because I cared about the example I set for my children and because I had something to prove to the world. I’m not done yet.
2. The same thing I tell you… that your voice matters, that there are people waiting for you to share and teach and live your purpose here… if I’m not living that in my own life every day, I’m out of integrity. That’s not okay.
3. I love what I do and I can’t measure myself against the “best” but only my own best. Every day I can strive to be better than I was yesterday. (Someone smarter than me said that first.)
So here I am again. Searching for the brave part of my soul.
Making peace with my own imperfections and attempting to embrace the words of Mary Lambert… I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are.
Often I feel like a little girl on her first day of preschool, only instead of worrying if I’ll get fingerpaint on my new dress, or if someone will laugh at me when I’m too shy to join in a game… I’m stepping into high heels, putting on eyeliner and nail polish, and wondering if I can get away with the glitter and pigtails I’d really like to show up in.
Yes, I’m terrified of what you’ll say if you see the real me. I’m even more terrified that I might disappoint the people I care about and love. But bigger than both of those fears… what if I don’t step up and do what I’m here to do?
How about you? What are you here to do? Who are you here to help?
I’m not going to let you make excuses anymore, either.
It’s time to write and draw and build and play and dance and live.
Who’s with me?