Autumn officially begins next Friday.
Daylight Saving Time ends in seven weeks.
And there are 112 days left in 2017.
I do like when the seasons change, and it prompts me to assess where I am in relationship to my goals. Do you do that?
I know a lot of women, myself included, look forward to summer to get outside and get fitter. Some of us got outside, but between the wacky schedule, lack of routine, eating on the go, and our social calendar, we did the opposite of get fitter.
That's kind of a scary thought, isn't it? I mean, if I can't stay on track in the summer, what's winter going to be like when it's dark before 6:00 p.m., cold outside, and all I want to do is get home and turn on my heated blanket? Honestly, I live under this thing for three months out of the year.
Here's the deal. No matter where we are right now, and what our plans were for the summer, we have to let it go and move forward.
I'll tell you what. I feel like I made more mistakes and bad decisions this year than I have in the last ten years combined. And it has been gnawing at me. I can hear it accusing me from the back of my mind. The way I handled a long term client who was struggling. How I blew a speaking gig by not understanding the audience and what they were looking for. How I believed in someone enough to hire them, only to have them betray that trust.
I could list a hundred more.
This has been a year of lessons for me. And I'll be honest. I hate that. I want to do things right the first time. I don't want to live out, "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again."
I want perfection from myself.
Or if not perfection, at least not failure!
But you know what? I have failed. In many ways. And there is something about simply saying that, and I feel my POWER coming back.
I have failed, and lived through it.
I have failed, and learned from it.
I have failed, and been humbled.
I have failed, and grew stronger.
I have failed, and got more determined and focused.
Here's what I know about me, and here's what I know about YOU. We will rise. From the ashes, we will rise.
If you want to get fitter, get fitter now.
If I want to make better decisions, I need to start now.
But not carrying the banner of I'm a Failure. Nope! Clean slate, sisters. A brand new start. And the only thing that's required is to receive the forgiveness that is already waiting for me. And you.
That's the miracle of failing. We get to start over, anytime, again and again. There's no limit. There's no cost. It's a free, miraculous gift that allows us to wake up tomorrow and try again.
And so we shall rise.