Vulnerable post alert!
I always wanted to be a cheerleader (and a dancer). I am sure nobody knows this, because I don't think I've ever told anyone. I was too scared. I was too shy to put myself out there, too nervous to let anyone know my silly dreams, and too afraid of failure to even try. Ugh. I hate this.
I am now 48 years old. I have zero desire to be a cheerleader (or a dancer), but my heart breaks for little Anita who was too scared to do what she wanted to do and too shy to be her authentic self. But honestly, I do sometimes still catch myself letting fear dictate my path forward. At least most of the time, I tell it to buzz off and do what I want...but it still lives in me.
As I get older, more and more things that I want to do are getting harder or impossible. As I get closer to my next big birthday (50...gulp) I just want to do it all...as much as I can squeeze into this life! (I am not too adventurous, so some of that includes swinging in the hammock on a beach somewhere or getting a facial haha;))
I like to add to this: "do it with a broken knee" because that was my mantra all summer.













