In A Box
Oh, hi!
I’m not going to lie, I’ve been kind of killing myself behind the scenes lately. I mentioned last week that I’ve been waking up and diving straight into work at 6AM. I’m so thankful that I even have this opportunity to throw myself completely into my dreams (thanks, husband). But it’s totally and completely exhausting! By the end of the day, my brain is complete mush.
I’m enjoying this so much. I’m enjoying it because it’s so out of my comfort zone, and I can feel myself growing. Writing is where I’m comfortable. Revising makes me quake in a corner. And yet every day, I do it. Same thing with the running thing. I never want to, but I never regret it once it’s done. I can feel myself getting stronger. I can practically see the walls crumbling down.
I was always the kind of person who lived so comfortably inside my box. I could see outside of it, but I could never bring myself to bust out. I’m out of my box. And it’s exciting and terrifying and so much fun. I put so many limitations on myself, and basically told myself that things I wanted only happened to other people.
But why?
Why can’t it be me?
So I’m killing myself behind the scenes. And someday, it’ll be totally and completely worth it!
