Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start…
Sometimes things get complicated. Too flashy, too over the top, too everything and then you find yourself not knowing which way is up anymore. Where do I even begin when thinking about this year. Unknown, but I’m pretty excited for twenty-eight to come along. I guess the beginning is the place to start.
Earlier this week I was talking to a friend I dance with and in usual form, especially as I was watching So You Think You Can Dance, it turned to dance and lots of “I could never do that.” At some point I used the line, “comparison is the thief of joy.” Really good at dishing out those one-liners, believing them, a little less so. But it wasn’t the first time I’ve had the thought, and prayerfully I say I hope it won’t be the last.
Mantras run through my head:
Comparison is the Thief of Joy
Progress, Not Perfection
Compassion and Mercy
I Will Hold Myself to a Standard of Grace
Maybe it’s having a really good counselor (seriously, she’s awesome), but maybe it’s just a perspective change. So I started working on a goal planning exercise that really was way to introspective. Somewhere along the way I realized that I was spread thin, that when I smiled my eyes didn’t look a bit touch brighter, and that I was exhausted all of the time. I found out that I wasn’t going into early menopause and I didn’t have cancer (yay!), but then I discovered I was a wee bit too sensitive to gluten. Over and over I wondered why. Why are some people left behind? What does nothing really go as planned? But mostly, where did I go so horribly wrong?
Did I mention I have a great counselor? Because this is what came next…
And I made one real realization.
It is time to start again.
It is time to reevaluate choices. It is time to see life as a place of joy and hope. It is time to cut the bad and add in the good. And sitting on a couch, talking about my feelings, I realized I had forgotten me. As I throw myself into dance classes day after day and week after week, I wonder how I ever gave it up and vow to never let it go. When I hold a camera to my eye and laugh at the amazing love on the other side of the glass, I give thanks for life. So it is time to purge out the fancy and the over the top. It is time to create a brand that screams Whitney Porter. One that is full of life, hope, ups and downs, recipes, pretty pictures, craft ideas, weddings, and inspiration. It is time to stop being concerned that “readers don’t want this” (hogwash) or that “so and so’s blog looks so wonderful,” nope it is time for simple and clean. It is time for personality to shine, life to exist well and me to dare greatly.
But mostly, right now…it’s time for me to dance.