One of my mom’s closest friends passed away this past
weekend. As I digested this tragic news, I got
I asked myself if I’m living fully.
Am I allowing fear to stop me from pursuing a dream?
Have I grown numb to living life on autopilot?
Am I putting relationships first?
Why do I keep fighting against thoughts that I know aren’t
based in truth?
How much time have I wasted clinging to shame, regret,
jealousy, and anger?
What’s stopping me?
And that’s where the questions slammed into a roadblock.
What isn’t stopping me feels like a more fitting question to ask. Excuses. Past
mistakes. Broken relationships. Bruises and scars. Fear of failure. The weight
of other’s anger. Distractions. Insecurity and doubt. Mind traps—lies I’ve
chosen to believe.
Futile.
There are castles to see, waters to sail, books to be
written, girls to raise, a husband to dance with, a dog to walk, family and
friends to embrace, people to inspire. There’s a whole world out there for me
to engage with.
I have so much more life to live. I’d rather fight through
the mire, than sit idly by.
It’s worth it to ask the hard questions in order to squeeze
the most out of this short time we’re allotted here.
Onward. Upward. Through.
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