The Beginning

I'm sure you have heard the expression: Starting over yet again. Well, I am starting over again...again. I was going to say that I make no promises about being consistent with this blog or my progress, but that would give me an out, wouldn't it? I would already be saying, nope, this time won't stick either. I have had plenty of starts and restarts, like most people in their 30's raising three kiddos. But, unlike the last time I tried to change the things I don't like about my life, (and let's be real, the time before that too), I am going to be honest about this journey. I am going to include the good and the bad. No more glossing over the night where I eat an entire sleeve of thin mints or the times I lose my patience a little too fast. I'm going to own it. Own the fact that I am not perfect. I mean, who the hell is? If someone says they don't have a single thing about their life they would like to change, they are either lying, or delusional.  

I'm a pretty happy person, but lately I feel as if there is something more. Am I living my best life? Am I my best self? Again, not trying to be perfect, but just trying to find out why I have that nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that just won't go away. That feeling that there is 'something' I am missing. 'Something' that I am not letting myself see or feel. Would that 'something' finally appear if I actually finished what I started?

We'll see...