I have been a wannabe blogger for years.
I have procrastinated the hell out of this dream for a number of years and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why. Blogging was everything I wanted and I watched countless bloggers make a success of their dream while mine sat on the back-burner.
As part of my procrastinating, I decided I needed to work on myself in a variety of areas. As a result of this work, I also spent a year coaching a number of other people through their blocks in life. I used coaching as a crutch, an excuse not to blog. I was too busy “helping” others to focus on myself. It was always there in the background but there was always something else more important to do first.
Eventually, after a year of coaching others, I turned inwards and assessed my own blocks. I realised, I hadn’t started my blogging journey because I felt like I wasn’t good enough to be a blogger. I didn’t feel like a particularly interesting person. I had spent years researching beauty hacks, DIY and wellbeing as a “blogger”, but despite all the knowledge I had acquired, I didn’t feel like I had anything important to say.
One of my biggest “not enough” blocks was that I felt like I wasn’t “blogger” material in terms of the way I looked. I hated being in photos. Regardless of what my friends and family would say or any compliments I received, all I saw was rolls, bulges and wrinkles where I didn’t want them to be.
This year, I made a big decision for myself. That I am enough. And let me be clear – this is a decision, not a realisation.
You have to DECIDE that you are good enough – muffin tops, freckles, wrinkles, curly hair, cellulite, stretch marks, rolls and all.
And once I made that decision, the next step was to take the dreaded leap and start to put myself out there in ways that, at first, felt uncomfortable, but later, I realised, is extremely liberating.
So here they are – pictures of me in all my perfect imperfection.