Its a perfect sunny winter’s day. Cold outside, but warm from where I sit.
I have my notebook out, with a list for the day laid out in front of me.
I have an appointment at the gym this afternoon to SWEAT.
My mug is filled with hot tea, and my Daughter’s bird and I are starting to get along better during our “daily” bird-sitting sessions.
I am watching my husband out the window as he stacks wood and cleans the winter yard… a (very) early prep for spring.
Warm. Happy. Fed. Challenged. Accepted. Appreciated.
But why share this?
I guess it is a new chapter in the book I have been writing for 4 years. The story of our journey, and our “big risk”. How we ditched city life and moved to this little island. How we came here with no jobs, no contacts and really no idea how this was going to work out.
It is also a few pages off of when I turned 40, just 2 and a half years ago. How on that day we had left over carrot cake, because an additional cake just wasn’t in the budget. How we weren’t sure how the next month was actually going to work when the bank account was dry and the bills were mounting in our new home.
It is the story after the months I spent anxious and uncomfortable in the influencer environment. Afraid of the cliques, and the bullies. How my thoughts were spent worrying about what was being said, who was saying it and WHY.
It’s an extension and continuation of my hustle. How every day (well, most days) I still get up and get to work. How I am always sourcing, searching and connecting. How I continue to take on challenges, keep exploring new ideas and options. How I still usually say YES.
It’s just over 4 years since I started this blog, and like anything it has grown and changed during that time. Initially it was a connection to the world for me. A place to share the thoughts that were BURSTING out of my brain. A place to talk about my challenges, my concerns and my successes. And yes, a place of stability, a place that created revenue for my family.
These days I don’t need it as much anymore. I don’t have these stories taking up space in my brain. My thoughts aren’t cluttered needing a release.
My community is also more connected. We are behind the scenes, not in front, and they feed my soul. They are enough.
So, again. Why share this? What’s the point?
I suppose it is to say keep going. Keep hustling. Keep sharing. Keep exploring.
And when you get to a warm spot… with a beautiful view, stop for a moment, and rest.