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Ugh. Four personal posts in a row. I really try not to do that. But…
I’ve been vacationing on home turf (Palm Beach) for the last week. For several reasons, it’s always tough to come and go. Although, I think many people feel the same way about visiting family and where they grew up.
So… combine coming home with the start of a new year (and decade), some big decisions and moves and you get a lot of jumbled thoughts, emotions and the possibility of defining moments. But, I’ve also been thinking that they’re not true defining moments. They’re moments that are “forced” because of new year “pressures” and fear.
I hate both.
I’m stubborn. I hate doing things half-assed. I hate being pressured. And I hate being told what to do. Yea… great combination, huh?
After the last three days, I can’t say things are becoming clearer. In fact, they are still quite muddled. But, I do think that “forcing” change or making a decision just because it’s a new year and that’s what you’re “supposed” to do is silly. Instead, I’m pausing. I’m waiting. And best of all, I’m choosing my defining moments; I’m not letting them choose me.
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