As I drove home from an early gym session this morning, a flood of emotions hit me.
I haven’t sat down and written a blog post in a while. But with all the feels I was feeling and all the thoughts that swirled around in my headโฆ
โฆ I felt really inclined to write everything down โ to write this post.
So here it goesโฆ
Driving the Nelson streets this morning and seeing the beautiful tree-covered mountains towering over me…
I was quickly reminded that Iโm here โ I made it.
Ever since I was a kid, vacationing in BC every summer, I told myself, โOne day, Iโll live here. One day this will be my home.โ
I was a young and naive child. A child with big dreams.
A child who thought she was invincible.
I used to do scary things on the daily โ without any fear of the repercussions that could follow.
As I got older, things changed.
I enjoyed my comfort zone more and more.
Sure, I still did small things that pushed me outside the limits of that zone from time to time, but I always stayed within a short distance of its parameters.
Just close enough to the edge so I could jump back into it if I needed to โ If I got too scared.
But as I drove home this morning from the gym, a realization hit meโฆ
It finally registered just how much Iโve leaped outside of that comfort zone.
I moved away from everything and everyone I knew โ my family, my friends, my home for the last 30 years.
I moved to a new cityโฆ where I knew no one. Not a single person (Well, except for the 70+ year old lovely old lady who lives in Salmo 40 minutes away).
I put myself out there โ way out there โ and made new friends.
I joined a new gym. I honestly never thought Iโd step inside another crossfit gym again, but here I am โ connecting with a new crew and getting comfortable with the uncomfortable again.
I published a book! As if that isnโt vulnerable enoughโฆ Iโve been promoting my book โ stepping into bookstores and local shops to share my story with them.
Iโve been sending out email after email, connecting with new, like-minded people all across BC and Alberta.
Putting my heart, my story, and my words out into the world for everyone to see.
I started public speaking again โ virtually and in person.
I used to fear public speaking, and I mean really fear it. So much that in school I would have panic attacks and beg my mom to call the teacher to ask if I could present to her alone during recess.
But here I amโฆ again.
Iโve even tried new things โ ultimate frisbee, overnight hiking/camping, skiing (and failed horribly I might add) โ I may not attempt skiing again, but dang, at least I tried.
And you know what?
Iโm really, really proud of myself.
Donโt get me wrong, this past year has been HARD โ one of the hardest years of my life.
Filled with a plethora of struggles, new challenges, self-doubt, and major setbacks.
But despite it allโฆ
Iโm proud of me.
Of who Iโve become โ who Iโve grown into.
Proud of the discomfort Iโve put (okayโฆ forced) myself into.
And proud of my growth through all the pain.
I donโt say that often. Actually, I almost never admit thatโฆ
And I know Iโm not the only one.
Maybe it’s hard for you to be proud of yourself too โ to give yourself the acknowledgement and credit you deserve.
Itโs a lot easier for us to see the light in others than it is to see the light in ourselves.
Butโฆ it’s there โ shining brightly.
You do amazing, powerful and scary things every day. And they donโt go unnoticed.
(Well, maybe they go unnoticed โ unacknowledged โ by you, but itโs my hope that this post will change that).
I hope youโll read this and then look at your own life, your own challenges, your own baby steps (aka LEAPS) outside of your comfort zoneโฆ
โฆ And realize just how far youโve come.
How much credit you really deserve for all youโve done, and all you continue to do.
And if you havenโt told yourself this yet today (but I hope you take a moment to do so right now), just knowโฆ
Iโm proud of you too.
With love,
Mindful Miss T.
(And the many, many different versions of me)





































