#meetthosegoals

I made myself a promise this would be my year. Okay, fine, I think that every year- I’ll get in the best shape of my life, find true love, move out of my father’s house, and be super successful, blahblahblahblahblah.

I mean it this time. 

If I don’t get the wheels moving now, I’ll stay in my comfort zone. I won’t travel and work all over the world from the safety of my laptop. I will be stuck in the 9-5:30 loop. Worst of all, I’ll have to keep shopping in the business casual section of department stores (translation: I won’t have the option of leggings, yoga pants, or no pants at all during my work week). 

It sounds pretty awful to me. While I appreciate where I’m at most of the time, I need more. I want to spend my one life exploring the world, not going through the motions/variations of the same day week after week, month after month, etc. There is too much spirit in this blood to resign myself to a basic life.

All of this being said, I’m happy to say I’ve signed up with a life coach. I realize I probably sound like I’ve gone fucking crazy. I assure you I haven’t felt more sane in my entire life, even in the midst of my current depressive episode. 

We had a consultation Wednesday. When it was over, I felt super pumped and ready to go for it- to make this copywriting thing happen (come on, I couldn’t have gotten a more blatant sign from the universe the day I talked to Lindsey). I firmly believe this one of my best, and more expensive (sorry, savings account), decisions.

I am prepared to do what I need to do to reach my goal. It’s already getting ugly- my subconscious has been kicking and screaming quite a bit these past few days, like Jen Sincero said it would in her books. But I remember what Peggy said to me: The Universe hasn’t let me down yet. I haven’t starved. I haven’t been homeless.