I’m A Day Late…

I didn't forget.

I had time.

I purposefully didn't feel like writing out a blog.

This is supposed to be my "passion project" after all and yesterday?

Well, I just wasn't feeling it.

Whatever "it" may be!

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Last week's I get to moment isn't really profound and it's definitely more general.

I get to face hard things.

I get to move into a new, huge home that can more than accommodate our family's needs.

I get to clock in 100 hours over the last 2 weeks (hello S-Corps and Partnerships deadline!).

I get to hash out stressful events with my spouse.

I get to bed angry, upset, disheartened over failed expectations!

I get to overcome all of the aforementioned and still complain when I have to do them again!

Complaining!

What a fucking gift!

What a gift it is that I have the freedom and tons of room to complain! I take full use of all that room too, I'll tell ya!

No one can complain as well and as much as I do!

In my last post, I mentioned I fell out of gratitude, that's true!

I fell out of gratitude and landed myself in a pile of shit! Not all of it was mine either!

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From that point of realization, I have shifted back to my usual self, responding with the tried and true "Okie dokie!" and then moving on about my day like nothing happened.

I got to do hard things.

I had to take ownership over how my behaviors and attitude impacted my coworkers and my firm.

I had to apologize.

I had to provide a solution.

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I get to have a shitty experience with movers that taught me a lot of lessons I would have never learned if the experience was pleasant.

I get to unpack an entire household basically on my own after I just finished packing up said entire household.

I get to have hard conversations with my employers and be an adult about my poor attitude.

I get to work 60+ hours in a week.

I get to apologize to my kids for being a raging lunatic.

I get to do hard things and I am better because of it!

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The new week has already started, but I could not feel more prepared and ready for the rest of the week.

One foot in front of the other.

Even if they are tiny baby steps.

I won't go back because last week's Ashleigh is definitely not this week's Ashleigh.

And gosh darn it!

That's a beautiful thing!