If you follow my Facebook posts,, www.facebook.com/wellcomehomellc, you will see that yesterday, I posted that I was officially frustrated. That is no lie, I am not sure if it is because 40 is just two months away or if I am just doing what I always do to myself which is over schedule and complicate things. I am leaving things on the train, forgetting I am boiling water, obviously attempting to burn the house down and then rememebring I am set for another training class on Thursday in which I just realized never received the book or any information. Great! Did I mention the wind took out my Tower Garden so now my patio looks like tomato soup. Frustrated yes. Frustration doesn't come close to the emotions I was feeling when I had to give up most of my shoes and clothes this week. I know you lost a ton of weight how liberating. Yes, I am truly excited nothing fits and my feet shrank a size and a half. But as the woman at the consignment shop continued to go through my things. I shook. One, thinking about all the money that has been spent on things such as these that now will be sold at a fraction of the cost. But, in those clothes was my identity. Corporate woman extrodinare! Also, in those clothes was unhappiness and someone hiding. No going back, as I would have nothing to wear. As I move forward through frustration and being uncomfortable. I think it is a good thing. I beleive being scared makes you stronger.
What are you scared of?