Happy Birthday to Me!!

And what a way to bring it in. Quarantined and locked in, but thank God I’m bringing it in. Last night, I was angry because I’d plan to spend the day reviving my website, showing off my jewelry, launching my coaching business, and choosing a book to finish. Well, that didn’t happen. As usual on a Saturday, after breakfast and tutoring are done, I take my afternoon crash. I go nonstop during the week (seems like it’s even more so now that I’m working from home) and the Saturday crash is inevitable. And when I miss the crash, to say the next week doesn’t go well is an understatement. Anywho, I tried to work before my crash but that was pointless. Sleep was taking over and aggravation was tapping me on the shoulder. As much as I tried to push through, I couldn’t do it. I was physically and mentally drained. 

Then I woke up. Ready (not really) to work.

I was preparing my mind to get started, but I still couldn’t seem to get it together. Then, it happened. My housemates, otherwise known as my family, all seemed hungry despite the fact I thought I’d prepared enough food so that I wouldn’t have to be bothered. I was not happy, especially when I decided to just make some salmon and rice and my oldest (the house guest who is supposed to be away in college but rona [I refuse to capitalize her disrespectful name] said otherwise) asked if I could make salmon patties. 

What in THE hell???

I got up and I wasn’t happy about it. 

Cue Anthony Hamilton Radio on Pandora.

My mama and grandma always taught me that everything happens for a reason and that was especially true last night. Anthony and friends with me in the kitchen was just the medicine I needed. Cooking and cleaning cleared my head and helped me to focus on what I wanted and needed to do. 

Today I celebrate my 49th birthday and I do not have the long list of accomplishments that I should have by now, and that’s all on me. I’ve spent the majority of my life making big plans in my head, but have accomplished very little. Very few people know this because I don’t share a lot. I believe in keeping my mouth shut until I’ve accomplished the things I’ve planned. To say I talk a lot, as it pertains to my accomplishments, I’m also very quiet because there’s really not a lot to share…just a lot of incompletes.

I have 365 days until I turn 50 to make quite a few goals come to pass and there is no room for excuses, especially since I’m putting it out there for the world (well, maybe not the world, but more people than I’d likely tell on my own in general conversation).

The main goals that I have for myself over the next 365 days are to finish a book (I’ve started several), launch my youth/young adult/parent coaching business, and post consistently on my websites and Facebook/Instagram pages. Seems simple enough, right? Nope, I don’t think so either.

But it doesn’t seem impossible. 

For me, all of this will require me stepping out of my comfort zone, just as I’ve done with this post. I hate taking and posting lots of pictures. I hate talking about myself. I absolutely hate talking about what I want or would like to do. I hate putting myself in any situation where failure is a possibility, which is why growth has been an issue. As of today, I’m stepping out of my comfort zone and looking forward to growth as I walk, run, dance, and step along the road to 50!