This is an archived blog from when I ran Conscious Public Relations Inc. from 2008-2018. Excuse the potential outdated-ness!
Day’s end blog!
I’ve been sick for over a week now (with different viruses, no less) for the first time in a long time. Moving into a new place and working non-stop for the past two months or so has finally taken a toll on my body. You know something is off when you receive the May O Magazine and there isn’t a graphic of it online for me to pull from! It’s a new moon today, so I wonder if it has anything to do with that.
In Oprah’s “What I Know for Sure” column, she talks about how some folks celebrating a birthday at a restaurant she was dining in asked to take a photo of her. The celebrant refused to admit what age she was, saying it made her sick to think about it. Oprah ended the article saying that “the pathway to your best life isn’t the route of denial. It’s owning every moment. Staking a claim in right now. And, with gratitude, embracing the age you are.“
It reminded me about how one of my friends – almost consistently every year – says “Oh my God, we are turning 30 (or whatever age it is)! We are getting OLD!” Yes, we are getting old. But I embraced turning 30, because I almost didn’t feel like I was being taken seriously as a business owner in my 20’s. Turning 30 almost gave me an inner stamp of approval that now I’m officially mature, and that people don’t have the excuse to tell me that I’m too young to do something. Which reveals the truth that I actually have a fear of not being mature enough to do something. I am beginning to realize how much fear has held me back from doing many things, or thinking it was possible to do them. So it is going to take some time to retrain myself to think otherwise.
I recently ended a potential business relationship with someone who said they wanted truth from me. I pondered over that line for a while, because in our communication I thought I was being truthful. I probably said more than the person wanted to know, but never once gave false flattery, only genuine compliments I felt worthy of giving. And I thought about what I had said again today, and still felt I was being truthful. So I am content with that.
In my sickness I’ve realized how powerful and capable I still am. I sent a bunch of TV pitches out this morning even though I’d slept in, I answered work-related emails and phone calls, I read O Magazine and BIV Newspaper, and I’m blogging now. My partner will tell you I should have been in bed all day, but I’m feeling much better than I was yesterday, so sleeping to me is for the lazy. I got a lot of sh*t done. I am missing out on meetings I was supposed to have these past two days, which sucks. I am 31. And my life is not perfect, but I am owning this moment and what I am capable of. And that is my truth today.
