When my Dad passed away 6 years ago, I was 22 and living an unfulfilled life.
I was in a job I didn’t enjoy, a relationship (marriage, actually) I felt trapped in, and I was in denial that I was full blown bulimic kidding myself that I had it ‘all under control’.
Deep down I knew I had more to give to the world.
Deep down I knew I was capable of so much more in my life.
When he was given four months to live and died holding my hand at aged only 58, I realised something.
Life is just too fucking short to be miserable.
Life is just too fucking short to do things that don’t make you happy.
Life is just too fucking short to spend it dieting and hating your body.
Life is just too fucking short to stay in relationships, jobs, cities or anything else that make you miserable.
Why aren’t we all running like crazy towards what really makes us come alive inside?? 🔥
If we really do only have this one life, why waste a second of it feeling unfulfilled, why waste a second of it CARING what other people think of us and letting that stop us really GOING FOR IT.
Now I don’t fear death - what I fear is not TRULY living.
Since that moment I have let go of caring so much about being judged, I have taken risks, gone for every dream, broken free from everything that weighed me down and continued to let go of things, people, anything that does not support my best self.
You are as free as you choose to be.
You are only one decision away from changing your life.
GO and LIVE. 💫 I know someone needed to read this today. XO