I remember the moment I decided to become #fearless. I was tired of apologizing for who I was. I was tired of letting fear hold me back. I was tired of caring what other people thought. It was this past January, and I’m 33. Why did it take me this long to just say F* it, I’m going to live my life!?
My whole life I’ve cared about what others thought of me, mostly because I was a weird kid and was picked on relentlessly growing up. When you grow up being bullied, you develop a sense that the world is out to get you – not an outlook of what the world can hold for you. So I’ve been afraid. Afraid to be vulnerable. Afraid to share my real life experiences. Afraid to let my life look messy and totally not put together. Because let’s just get one thing straight… I do NOT have a pinterest perfect, curated instagram life. That’s just not me.
I have toys in my living room because we don’t have a playroom, dishes on my counter because the sink is full, dirty laundry, clean laundry that’s folded but not put away, and take out boxes that should have been thrown out of my fridge a week ago. Last week? My kid had to wear a pair of dirty socks to school because I was sick and couldn’t do laundry.
So are you ready to do life together? It’s going to be messy, but it’s going to be real. It’s the #momlife. It’s the #lifewithkids life. It’s the #wifelife. But it’s a good life, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. So let’s be fearless together. It’s time to do the things that scare us. The things that we should be doing, but talk ourselves out of. The things that are in our head, but we never act on. It’s time. It’s time to be #fearless.