Sometimes I feel like such a wimp. Like, a wimp that is too scared of doing things.
Am I too scared of failing that I can’t find a way to make my own five-year-plan? Is the risk of not accomplishing a single item on my to-do/bucket list keeping me from making one? Have I been surviving for too many years that I don’t even know what a real plan looks like?
I want more. I want to live more. I want to do more with all that I’ve been blessed with. I want to love and laugh more. I want to spend more time with my kids before I blink and then I’m taking them to college. I want to make some sort of list of things that I want to do AND THEN ACTUALLY DO THOSE THINGS.
I don’t even know what I would put on that list right now. I’ve tried to make a list and put the stupidest things on there. (Sure, garden parties are nice but I feel like I’m capable of so much more.)
All the clichés! Live life to the fullest! Like every day was your last! I get it, Pinterest! I do!
But what the hell am I waiting for?
I need a plan and some deadlines and pair of kickass boots. (Kick ass boots just sound necessary.)
I can do hard things. And sometimes hard things are the things that we never thought we’d do.
I’m on it.