This post started in early December 2016 as a cheery “Tis the Season” post. Didn’t happen. As you can see, we’ve now entered 2017. Twenty Seventeen. I see lots of posts about how 2016 stunk. It was an interesting year for me. It was filled with challenges, but I can never say it stunk. It was the year my husband received his new liver. It was the year we moved into our house. It was the year I started this too-cool-for-school blog, revamped my website, joined a new networking group, and met some amazing clients (I can’t tell you how much I LOVE my clients). Well, that sounds AMAZING, Erin! What could have been challenging about THAT year? Um, a liver transplant, moving, and pushing to grow my business… hahaha. They say we don’t grow without struggle. So why do we fight SO HARD to stay the same?
I’ve been told I’m not “the same.” It always makes me pause. Same as what? Do I say “thank you,” or “I’m sorry?” I’m glad I’m not the same. I’m glad I’m not the same me I was at 17. I’m glad I’m not the same me I was at 25. Yet, I AM the same. The root of the root, the bud of the bud (thank you E.E. Cummings), of me is the same. I want to make people happy. I want to make them feel good. I want to lift people up. Some think massage is an interesting or odd way to manifest that desire, but when someone comes up to me and tells me they were in pain for weeks and I helped that pain go away, it’s priceless to me. Yes, there was a time that my goals included the bigger office, more zeros on the paycheck, and fancy Priss Pot titles. However, I was unfulfilled. Quite miserable, actually. So four years ago I took the leap for me. It seemed like a change to most, but it was the honest change. I took the round peg out of the square hole.
Guess what? I’m not done either. This year my mantra is “No Growth in the Comfort Zone.” And be prepared – version 42.0 is gonna rock it.
Cheers and Happy Twenty SEVENTEEN.