I took a year off.
The problem is, I didn’t realize I was doing that until the year was over. I figure I would have enjoyed it a bunch more if I took it for what it was… ‘a year of rest’. I turned 40, moved to Arizona and took what my body and mind likely needed — and I was lucky enough to be able to experience — a year of transition and settling in.
I was hard on myself though. Worried I wasn’t working on anything. I’d write a blog post every 3-6 months. I felt like I wasn’t contributing. And for some reason, in my mind… that is evidently a great sin.
So. I’m letting go of what I thought were missed expectations of myself over the last year, and accepting the year for what it was.
Now, it’s on to the next chapter. Taking my passion and my skills and bringing them together to serve others. Excited to share that with you later this week!