I'm currently on a mountain right now in California, meditating for the next 5 weeks.
If you would have told me this would have been my life 6 years ago, I would have laughed in your face.
If you would have told me 4 years ago I would marry the love of my life, I would have spit my martini out.
If you would have told me 3 years ago that I'd have a practice of helping people step into their bigness, find big love, and choose magic in their life, I would have walked out the room.
If you would have told me last year that I would be writing a daily newsletter to hundreds of people, I would have said, "Why the hell would anyone want to do that?"
And yet, I wake up almost every single morning with a feeling of anxiety in my stomach, an unknown fear in my mind, and the possibility of massive failure around the corner. All within the first 3 minutes of rising. Like none of the above ever happened.
Luckily I know this will happen. I know how to snap out of it and come back to center. But what amazes me is how easily I forget the successes. The "good" things. The wins.
If you are like me and forget, take time to reminisce at how far you've come. Perspective is a beautiful thing when you get hit with a wave of feeling like a failure.
Perspective provides the momentum to keep going. To go for more. To step into the bigness of life.
As always, take a few breaths. Come back to center. And acknowledge just how far you've come.