That’s right. I said “AWESOMENESS!” After all, Shonda taught me to own my badassery and I am. Therefore, I am awesome and so you are. We may not be awesome every single moment of the day (FYI, no one is), but we are still powerful, awesome beings. And knowing this makes me want to shout from the roof top and pee my pants. Hey, being awesome is a kind of scary. The truth is I’ve allowed this fear of my awesomeness to prevent me from living a wholehearted life. Dreams were smushed and lost to the ether. But I’m tired of living small and watching dreams fade into nothingness. I am ready to shine! Aren’t you?
Hasta la vista, April. I’m not gonna lie: there were good and bad days, and I’m okay with seeing April in my rearview window. My depression, which had been chilling in Antarctica or some place far from me, made an unwelcome reappearance in my life. Beyond work, I didn’t feel like doing much else, except the much else is all the important stuff, like living. While I very much enjoy my work, I don’t live to work. Or at least that’s not what I want to do. Now I’m behind on my goals and my mojo is still low, which means I’m playing catch-up, relighting my spark and moving forward because that is all I can do.
Every day a thousand random thoughts and questions fill my mind. Some are fleeting; some linger. Sometimes, they serve as a great distraction from laundry, dishes and other mundane chores that I want to avoid doing. Other times, they are more annoying than a buzzing fly who is stalking me from room-to-room while my cat is unable to smite him with his mitts of doom. Seriously, Max is my bug terminator with 3 kills to his good name. But even he is helpless against the randomness of my mind.
For many years I looked younger than my actual age and for many years I complained about this. I know; how dumb! I’d like to borrow the Delorean and go back in time to smack some sense into me. Granted, my parents repeatedly told me to appreciate this. They were right. You don’t know how lucky you are until the kids at the grocery store stop carding you. And I’m not going to lie — that really hurts my feelings!
Don’t worry — you’re in the right spot. 🙂 I’ve made some tweaks to the look of A Mindful Migration and its focus ongoing. When I launched A Mindful Migration, the plan was for it to be a personal finance blog, specifically focused on mindful spending. But even back then, in my heart of hearts, I knew it wouldn’t last. After all, I made the deliberate choice to not use the word money or debt or budget or any word associated with finance in its name. And frankly, from an SEO perspective, that is a bad choice. I didn’t do it to trick anyone, but simply because I knew money wasn’t really my passion long-term.
I gave a brief review of The Year of Yes by Shonda Rhomes in the Books I Loved, Liked and Loathed in March, but I wanted to go a bit deeper on this very special book. Full and fair disclosure: I don’t watch any of her shows. Zip. Zero. Nada. In other words, I’m a not diehard fan who thinks she farts lollipops and gumdrops and can do no wrong. I do, however, have mad respect for her accomplishments, which is why I read her book. What I didn’t expect was how relatable she would be. Like Shonda, I was a child who lived in her head, dreaming up an imaginary world. And today is someone who needs to start saying “yes” to living.