As I lay in bed last night, I thought to myself how difficult it is, in reality, to follow one’s own advice.
It’s not the right or wrong way, it’s your way – I’ve told myself. I’ve been trying to convince myself of this for years, about a decade in fact.
As I celebrate over a year sober and a fraction longer being single, I also realise how many distractions I’ve allowed myself, as well as unproductive procrastination and I’m someone who has actually achieved things. Quite notable things. Written books, been on tele (when that mattered to me), danced in front of large, adoring crowds, competed in national dance competitions. All significant.
Bringing it all together feels like an entirely different matter.
It’s the end of the year but the beginning of a new way of walking my own path. I’ve felt the need to shout out loud what I’m doing but I understand, now, that the most important thing is having my eyes on the prize, what I really want, knowing I can fulfil my ambition and do it in a way that moves me, that (my current favourite phrase) moves the needle – in the direction of success.
I wake up now far more certain I can get there because I bloody well deserve it!
Care to take a ride with me? I’d like that.