In the world of self-care, there is a lot of talk about loving ourselves and being okay with where we are today… and this is something I’m big on too, but I like to take it a step further!
With a lifelong illness, it's so important to recognize what it feels like to thrive even with the symptoms and treatments. We only get ONE life, so why waste it feeling more miserable than absolutely necessary?
If that resonates with you, but you don't know where to start, I've got you covered! Here are my top 6 methods to thrive despite having CF!
Today I want to talk about what it looks like to be SUCCESSFUL! If you're like me, there's a very vague head-in-the-clouds image in your mind of what it means to be successful... and while those beautiful vague images of success are pleasant to think about, they don't tend to manifest until I break them down into some TANGIBLE goals! Which brings me to today's topic- 10 signs you're set for success! Because being successful is more than just having a pretty image floating in your mind. A lot of these signs are ideas, rather than specifics, but we're going to take them a step further in our next post and look at how each step translates into that tangible result!
For today, take a look at this list and see how many of these signs are true for you!
There you have 'em. How many of these signs could you check off your list? Were there any you could ALMOST say you'd done, that you're so close to owning? Which sign would make you feel the most CONFIDENT in your ability to be successful? Better yet- what EXACTLY does success look like to you?
Let's start a conversation! Shoot me a message or pop a comment down below!
If you've suffered a miscarriage, I want you to know it is going to be okay. You will be okay. The pain doesn't stay like this forever, like there's a hole in your chest, like your foot is falling through the air in the dark. It passes. I want you to know however you cope, it is okay. Give yourself a break. Sure, maybe try to avoid becoming an alcoholic, but if you need an extra glass of wine, if you want to eat icecream out of the tub, if you take the longest bath in the history of indoor plumbing, if you run 12 miles, whatever you do is totally fine! It's okay, let yourself grieve.
I wish there had been someone who I admired to share their horror stories with me, someone to show me that I could still be successful, that I wasn't any less of a person, that I was worthy of whatever life I was willing to buckle down and work hard to create. I've wasted a lot of time feeling hopeless and disgusting and unworthy, and maybe if I'd just asked there would have been people there to tell me what I needed to hear, but I didn't feel worthy of wasting peoples' time to even ask. I thought the depth of the pain, fear, and helplessness I felt as a child was invalid because I was young. Well, it wasn't. And your feelings aren't invalid either.
After a while, I started to journal again. I was angry. Furious, all the time. I don't even know what I hated, but I hated it with all my heart. Myself? Him? The world? I still don't know who I was mad at during that time, but I was so angry I could hardly speak to anyone at all. When I wasn't angry, I was sobbing, when I wasn't angry or sobbing, I was asleep on a pillow wet from tears. When the tears wouldn't come anymore, I felt numb.
When I was in high school, the reality of my life potentially being half over hit me hard. I remember feeling so angry and hopeless. Frankly I was pissed that my life could be half over and I still had to go to high school. What a waste of time! Right? I understand the fear and frustration that comes with having a shorter life expectancy. I remember literally wanting to wear a paper bag over my face 24/7, avoiding talking to almost everyone at school, and trying so hard to be the nicest person I could be when I did have to interact with others. I didn't want to leave behind any pain when I died.
I’ve been making a conscious effort to live in the moment for years now. At first it was really hard, I have always been the type of person who plans out every meal, every outfit, the route I’m going to take to get to class or work, how and when I am going to exercise for the entire week, etc. So to me, living in the moment was absolutely terrifying- and frustrating as hell! One minute I’d be doing great, and then suddenly I’d realize I’ve been thinking about something three years from now for the past twenty minutes and totally forgot to appreciate the squirrels running around the yard in front of me. Yikes.