Oprah Would Be Proud

Sometimes it takes falling flat on my face, multiple times, in order for me to make changes in my life. Changes that suggest that I may very well in fact be an - gasp! - adult. Lately I've fallen down so much it has seemed silly to get up when falling felt like an inevitability.

I turn 30 this year, and that's a very adult (yet arbitrary) number. There are things, lots of things, that I want to accomplish by this milestone and I'm no where near reaching those goals. But today I woke up and the first thing I thought was, "It's on." I have purposed in my heart that I am going to make the necessary changes and take the necessary steps to start attacking that long list of shoulda, coulda, wouldas, one day/step/moment/mistake/choice/breath at a time.

No, this isn't a silly online declaration that I'm going to complete XYZ by such and such date or that I even want you to hold me accountable. I'm not that naive, I've been down this road before. This is just me recognizing that doing the same things over and over again and expecting different results is insanity, and I'm sorta done. I'm going to make some changes - albeit imperfect, slow and sloppy, and with a few face-plants along the way. I'm no longer going to be passive, but active in this here life o' mine.

And I'm saying it out loud.

Stay tuned...