Dear Queen, What doesn't kill you....
CQ Squad! Its been a while and boy do I have to catch you up on things!!!
I just held my first event and I must say it was a success. Now during the planning phase I had to ask myself, what is MY definition of success for this event?
Was it having 100 people show up? Selling out every ticket?
As the event date got closer and closer, worry started to set in, self doubt, was I doing the right thing.
WAS IT GOING TO BE AS SUCCESSFUL AS I WANTED IT TO BE?
Well, I consider it to be a success, because well, it happened. It may not have been packed, we may not have sold alot of tickets, but the event HAPPENED and that's all that matters.
But my thought process had to change, I had to define what success meant for me in this case.
But with that being said......
One thing I have learned about in the last 30+ days that truth behind the infamous phase....
WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU......welp can make you alot of things....and sometimes it isn't stronger....but:
.......makes you want to look at yourself in the mirror and say " what the **** was I thinking!
.......makes you want to take that parking space even though the other person was waiting!
........makes you want to have a nervous breakdown despite who is going to talk shit about you afterwards.
Listen, as woman the reality is that we don't have it together ALL THE TIME.
I am over people trying to judge or dictate my emotional state.
I feel want I want to feel and that is totally normal!!!!
Yes you are going to have days where " what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger", but its not all the time. Society tells us to find the best out of situations and that's great, but dammit I'm human too!
I am going to want to ring someone's neck, mentally punch someone in the face(I am not condoning violence), scream at the top of my lungs into a pillow.
That is OK queens!
The point of this topic is for you to understand that recognizing and acknowledging your feelings is the best thing you can do for yourself. Stop trying to be perfect(I'm talking to myself here) and just let you be you.
Until next time,