Over the past few days I’ve been feeling incredibly shaky in regards to my resolutions. I was in such a grey storm of not sadness, more guilt. More of what I have been so accustomed of feeling. I kept pushing myself– trying to remind me that this is not who I am. Not what I want. Not the way my story goes. Today was such a welcome relief. I re-centered– I refocused on my purpose.
I reminded myself that I am the hero of this story.
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.