Hey Y'all, I'm Beth...
One morning, I was in a fight with 2020, so I was goal-setting for 2021. Reflecting on how many of my internal struggles over the years have been rooted in the belief that my choices and past experiences were proof that I was not quite enough.
I realized if I could visit that single, exhausted, self-sabotaging mother of 3, confident she is broken and destined for a life of perpetual consequence, I would tell her the following:
I see you for the badass you ARE right now... THIS SECOND.
I hereby grant you permission to trash perfection as the standard.
Give yourself space to express the incomparable 'YOU' hidden just under the surface of who you think you should be.
PUT DOWN THE BAGGAGE!
Travel light, be playful, and be intentionally selfish.
Deliberately find and choose joy... every day
(To steal a metaphor from Glennon Doyle, Untamed) As she paces the perimeter of her perceived captivity, I would convince younger Beth that she is not only enough, or worthy, or capable... "She's a g--damn cheetah!" AND SHE IS FREE.
Considering I do not own a pimped-out DeLorean or physics-defying phone booth to travel back in time, I decided to share my story here and help other fierce women reclaim their badassness along the way.
So... Cheers! And welcome to my kitchen and keyboard.