Nothing Grows in the Comfort Zone

I’ve had this motto, fairly consistently for awhile now. I want to grow and change and I’m here for it. Accept, the actual grossness that comes with and you have to go through to grow and change. My bipolar brain goes from pumped here we go #next90challenge . Lets Go! #risexlive Bring it. Ok, now you have to look at yourself through a transparent lens and figure out the poo poo you need to actually have to fight through, address and change. I want to puke.

The first time I did a challenge, I did pretty much the bare minimum because I was new to the whole concept. I did great at my food, I was doing gratitude, I was trying to move through my injury. I was getting up early. I felt like I was succeeding. I was doing some of the challenges, but I wasn’t truly digging in deep and doing the work. This time, I know, I need to. I can’t write down dreams/goals that are a reflection of my best me, without actually going through the discomfort.

When I signed up for Rise Live, I was beyond words excited because a Rise Conference has become a bucketlist kinda thing. But I know, if I don’t start doing the work, I’m not going to get out of it what I need. If I do the bare minimum on this challenge, true change isn’t going to happen.

Yesterday, I printed off all the pdfs for the last three weeks of the challenge. Perspective and Joy, I know will be good to work through. Its the Habits piece, I’m dreading with the fire of a thousand suns. With the fire I want to have for the best me. The fire I’ve heard so much about.

So, Ima wrap up this post. My tenacity list blaring in the background. Workbook in front of me. As soon as I’m off this site I will go to the Next 90 portal. Lord Jesus, please help me to become the person I believe you created me to be.