(bet you’re wondering about Sir Winston over here – all will be revealed, dahlings.)
It’s gone by relatively quickly. I’ve gotten into a habit, I suppose, and they say that you need to do something for 21 consecutive days to make a habit stick.
And for the most part, it was fairly easy. But they say it takes 21 days to form a habit, so it was ironic that it was on day 22 that the proverbial wheels fell off my blogging bus.
And the pathetic thing was ~ it wasn’t even about blogging. It was about ME, my goddess-ness and the fact that despite six months of spreading the gospel of Finding your Inner Goddess, I seemed to be making no headway.
*Cue sound of crickets*
And I blame daily blogging for the tsunami of self doubt that swept over me. Under that kind of intense scrutiny, your thoughts, your passions, your whole Reason for doing all this stuff in the first place had better be rock-solid or it’ll melt in the glare of public attention.
I had one little negative reaction from someone I don’t even know (sounds so lame now, I know) and I wilted. All confidence in what I was doing drained away and I was left questioning the very things that I believed so fervently the day before.
Has this happened to you?
One moment you’re brimming with confidence and the world’s at your feet, and the next minute one small needle of criticism finds the chink in your armour and you deflate to a weepy puddle of uselessness.
But 21 days do indeed a habit form, and despite the screaming naysayers in my head … I wrote. Or rather I video’d.
And what better to talk about than the crap I was swimming through?
But here’s the difference.
This time, I went looking for a reason Not to Give up, to keep believing in myself and my goddess-ness and the ability for each and every woman to claim that same goddess-ness for herself.
And it arrived.
I am here to tell you ~ You ARE a goddess.
You have the ability within in you to craft and embrace the life of your dreams.
And it’s my passion, my Mission, to help you do so in any way I can.
I intend to be your cheerleader; your coach; your guide and if necessary your drill sergeant and official butt-kicker.
So make sure you’ve opted in so that you’re on my list ~ and buckle up.
It’s likely to be a gloriously bumpy ride!