Last year, I stepped out onto a much bigger stage. It was an incredibly successful, dynamic, go-go-go year in my business where I tripled my income and grew tremendously on a personal level.
It was exhilarating and nerve-wracking in equal measure. I often caught my internal and external realities at odds. Kind of like my insides would look at the chances I was taking in the outside world, and worriedly whisper in my ear, “WOW. Those are some big shoes to fill… are you sure they’re mine?”
With the New Year, I almost felt like I needed some kind of ritual to fully incorporate the bolder reality I created in 2013. But life has a funny way of giving me what I need, sometimes before I even know I need it…
Over the holidays spent with family, my sister and I snuck out of the house to do a little shopping.
After hitting Starbucks (guilty pleasure #1) and Ulta (guilty pleasure #2), we went to DSW (guilty pleasure #3). Row upon row of shoes – bliss!
Scouring the aisles for the perfect black boots, I found many contenders, and rejected others because they didn’t have my size. Nothing in my size was right. Then I went back to one especially promising pair that wasn’t available in my size, and thought, “I’ll just try a half size bigger.”
Lo and behold, they fit!
Now with my 40th birthday a few years in my rearview mirror, you might suggest that this size increase is due to gravity, fallen arches, or some other age-related factor. But this is my story, so I’m going to ignore reality and opt for prettier metaphor.
Those big shoes I created last year? The ones I thought maybe I was just borrowing?
They are all mine. I’ve stepped into them. I wear them. I own them.
