Y’all, I don’t know what I’m doing. You know that feeling? One thing that remains consistent when talking with friends, family, and co-workers is that no one knows what the hell they’re doing! Everyone I know seems to be at a crossroad or in a pivotal moment in their life. If they could only achieve this. If they can just get through that. News flash: life is one pivot after the next. There is no smooth and steady promised in this life.
Listen. I live in a place that is equal parts majestic and horrifying: Washington, DC. Living in DC is hard, you guys. Everyone here is highly educated, Type A, and on a mission to Get. Shit. Done. People here are so smart! They have the stamina of the energizer bunny, eat plant-based diets and have rock-hard abs. These Super Nerds are working toward world peace, ending homelessness, fighting for justice, and protecting our Earth. I don’t know how they even let me in.
But, you guys? I am here. And I have a seat at the table. I am incredibly grateful for this life and I feel an immense responsibility to fulfill my potential. I didn’t start this blog to tell the world how to do it right. Lord knows I am in no position to be giving advice. I’m here to be vulnerable with you - to share what I’ve done wrong, what didn’t go my way after giving it my all, and how I keep pushing forward one step at a time every day. (I started this blog as a creative outlet, so I promise it won't be so serious all the time, too).
Friends, I’m here to let you in on a little secret. None of us really know what we’re doing. We fake it ‘til we make it. We choose to walk boldly into our future even when we don’t think we have the skill set or know what our future looks like. I want to cultivate a space for women to be encouraged, feel loved, and find a restored confidence in themselves. I will share my story in hopes that it can inspire others to go scared, to play out of our league, and to represent Courage in the Capital.
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