Setting goals is terrifying to me. I have let myself down so many times.

SO MANY TIMES.

What makes this time different? Will my body hold up? Will my mental health debilitate me in the middle of my goal? I wouldn’t be surprised if either happened. Does that mean I failed if my body and mind took over and sabotaged me? The answer is yes if I didn’t get back up and keep going towards the goal.

So here I am. Setting goals for myself for the rest of the year and I am EXCITED. Excited because maybe I fall off the course but I’m committed to get right back up and start again because for the first time in a while I believe that it matters. That all of the goals, all of the moments of pushing myself to do better, all of the times I fall and get back up they matter. They matter because I matter… because I carry intrinsic worth because here I am existing like a badass. (jokes)

In full transparency this round matters to me because I want to my daughter know it is okay to struggle through goals. I have goals and I might fall down but I’ll be damned if I stop moving forward completely. Chronic illness may give me a run for my money and I may have to take “time off” but I will get back up and keep going. I can do hard things and that means she can do hard things.