Several months ago I openly admitted that I had lost myself. I allowed the stuff I can’t control, control me. Now, I won’t say I found myself yet, but I will say I’m a hell of a lot closer than I was.

I’ve started to take control again of what I can and trust the process of what I can’t.

I enlisted the help of an amazing new therapist to work on my mental health and reconnected with my old trainer to work on my physical health.

Little by little I feel myself getting stronger in mind and body.

I’m celebrating the wins, no matter how small.

I’m going easier on myself when I have a misstep.

And most importantly, I’m learning how to ground myself in the present, because that is what I can control.

I will forever be a work in progress and that is OK. I have a long road ahead of me, but I’m staying focused on what’s right in front of me.

Xoxo