Oops

I’m much better at starting posts than finishing them.

A few years ago (well, more than a few now, more like five or so), I made this promise to start doing more things I’m bad at. My tendency is to live in my wheelhouse and only do things I do really, really well. But, is that really living? So, five or a few years ago, I joined a boot camp and started punching a bag and lifting weights and all sorts of crazy exercises where I would literally tip over in front of everyone. And, the world didn’t end. I started cooking, too (a huge source of anxiety for me), and posting pictures of my many failures (and the delicious deserved wins) and laughing at them. I take myself so seriously – it is like a weighted vest I wear all of the time – doing those things made me feel lighter because the world doesn’t end if I make a mistake – the world stands still when I don’t do anything.

SO, maybe more here. Bean is growing and fearless (real food, crawling, voicing her opinions through babble and throwing puffs at Remy) – and I need to be a good example.

Life is meant to be lived and messed up and sort of fixed and challenged. Regrets are important, because they show you learn. Mistakes aren’t daggers and bumps aren’t mountains. Perspective is the key.