I turn 25 today, which feels like a milestone. In the last quarter century, I’ve raised goats, read through a library and a half, graduated college (and gone back for round two), solo traveled on three continents, dirtbagged, lived with a family that’s not my own, volunteered full-time, learned a second language, and threw in my lot working for a Fortune 500 company.
I live for the days I disappear into the blinking cursor and spiky crisp word shapes, only to eventually emerge with ears ringing, tummy rumbling, and satisfaction of a thought well-expanded.
I joined the "Clients with Purpose" coaching community to be held accountable. I need to be pushed and given structure and objectives. I need some direction and support from a Christian community of entrepreneurs who are going through similar experiences.
Everything became so much more personal when I started my own business. Rejections made me question my skills and a monstrous fear of failure was born. My business is now reflective of me.
Nothing on this blog will change--I'll still write what I want, when I want, how I want. But, if you want to see something more polished, or if you just can't get enough, check out my professional blog!
Making my bed has not only consistently given me a motivated start to every morning and a satisfying end to every evening, but has also helped me prove to myself I can pick up an new habit--and maintain it.
Travel is an entirely optional ingredient in living a meaningful life--and there are other, much more critical ingredients we as a culture give little weight to.
I don't really feel like writing about this.