During my senior year at Oberlin, a group I was in called Sisters of the Yam (SOY) decided to perform a belly dance for Oberlin’s annual Colors of Rhythm Dance Show. The idea actually came from the mind of one of my nearest and dearest friends, and she had the wonderful ability to make everyone feel comfortable regardless of size, shape or ability. We had so much fun that semester, learning to dance but more importantly learning to love our bodies. The semester we did that performance was awesome, and the memories I formed during that time are some that I will never forget (and I am not just saying that because the experience was immortalized on facebook).
Fast forward 4 plus years to the present moment. I recently was feeling like I wanted to add a new, fun, and unique workout to my regular regimen—- which can be a bit intense at times. While running around one day I spotted an advertisement for an advanced belly dancing class. Immediately my mind raced back to my senior year of college, and the awesome experience I had with this art form in the past. While I looked over the ad I thought to myself: I showed my belly back then, I can surely show it now! I love to dance, and belly dancing a few nights a week would totally add some new fun to my regular exercise plan. I wont have to buy anything because I still own all of my accessories from when I first learned the art form at Oberlin. This could be a fun tool to sharpen and add back to my romance tool box…. After thinking it over for all of 5 seconds I made my decision and signed up for the class.
I am writing this post (literally) after my first class. The class was 2 hours long, but it seemed to fly by. When I belly dance the curve of my hip is celebrated, everything about me that makes me a beautiful woman is celebrated and valued. Just as powerful is that fact that in a group setting I can be a part of celebrating my classmates as well. When I belly dance I feel strong and powerful and beautiful and sexy—— very sexy. What 25 year old would not want that??
So three cheers for recognizing and celebrating beauty in all of its forms, realizing that every woman is powerful and beautiful and strong. The more I think about it, the more it seems that my original belly dancing experience may have been one of the many catalyst to my personal wellness journey. Because of it, I started to not see myself differently but really LOVE all of myself. I would highly recommend every woman try belly dancing at least once. It is not just a form of exercise, but a spiritual practice….
The past few days I have dedicated more time than usual to meditate. Not necessarily because it is the start of a New Year, but more so because I have been overwhelmed with a feeling that the different puzzle pieces of my life are being moved at a divine pace to form a picture that is far from what I expected. I have never enjoyed feeling like I am not in control. That being said I must admit the decisions and moments in my life that every fiber of my being tells me are right, have always been Divinely guided and inspired. My lived experience proves that there truly is something to the expression ” Let Go And Let God”.
So I am letting go—- or at least I am trying to. Each day the picture comes into focus a bit more, and while my mind is continually asking “Wait, are you sure—-this is not what I had planned”, my spirit is gently whispering “Yes, this is it. This is exactly how it should be. This is it——”. Eventually those two voices merged together and I was left siting with myself, knowing that the picture might not be exactly what I had planned as a child, but it is exactly what my spirit planned with the Divine before I took my first breath. Providence always wins——always.
Thinking about 2011 (in particular the last 6 months) in retrospect, I believe wholeheartedly that the past year was my year of preparation. Life worked on me in 2011—- HARD. When the year started I was far from ready. I was nowhere near ready to step into what the Divine KNEW was quickly approaching. Thankfully the spirit of life got its hands on me before its destiny made her appearance. I was stretched, molded, and ultimately transformed. Painful? At times. Uncomfortable? Absolutely. Necessary? Positively. By the time all was said and done, I was ready. When my career path became clear, I was ready. When my soulmate appeared in my life, I was ready. Constantly I was overwhelmed with feelings of dejavu and serendipity. I was exactly the person I needed to be to fully embrace my destiny—-and it felt good.
My gut instinct tells me that 2012 is going to be my launch year in many of the different areas of my life. Honestly I am so excited to see how the story unfolds. I don’t really believe in resolutions, so I didn’t make any. I did, however, make one promise to myself. I will always strive to be a good steward of the blessings that manifest for me.
One Christmas, when I was about 5, I saw Santa Clause. My sister Candice and I were hiding behind the couch, and we saw Old St. Nick putting presents under the tree. As a child and a teenager, I would barely be able to sleep on Christmas Eve—- waking up when it was still dark the next morning to tear through my presents. Aunts and Uncles were always there to read a book with me or get on the floor and play with me. Laugher continually echoed through the house. I have always loved Christmas.
As an adult now, the Santa spotting is something that I could easily attribute to the ingenuity and creativity of my parents. Similarly, my sleep is far to precious to me for late nights of great expectation. When morning comes, I prefer to sit back and watch everyone else open their gifts before I slowly open mine—-always conscious to be gentle with the wrapping paper even though I never reuse it. The feeling of excitement and joy, however, is something that has never left me. I still love Christmas.
This Holiday season I have already been to 6 parties. I still have a few more to go, and while I enjoy being a “social butterfly” party hopping is not what I need to be happy. My favorite moments, however, all have to do with family. Nothing extravagant but most certainly exceptional—- it truly is the simple things that make this season, and each day worthwhile. As an adult, it is so easy for me to get caught up in the various components of adult life. While important, and often pleasant, it is nice to just take time to be silly and fun. This Christmas I remembered just how much fun playing games can be:
Jumping over rocks as I raft down a river in a video game
Remembering what it means to let go and have fun—-
and enjoying every moment!
The heart of Christmas for me is the unfailing love that exists between family and friends. This year, more than ever, I was able to relax into that feeling. I am so grateful for my family and friends. The ones who are still on this earthly plane provide me with the continual support I need as I try to find my place in the world. The ones who have moved on to dance with the Divine are my special angels, continually whispering, “try it one more time” when the world says “give up”.
With the New Year quickly approaching, I have been taking a good amount of time to think about what I have accomplished in the past year, and what I hope to accomplish in years to come. While I have not come to any firm decisions around resolutions or goals for 2012 (I will share them in a future post once they are fully developed), there is one thing I am positive of. This year, so many divinely inspired things have happened in my life, and I am committed to being a good steward of those things—-always.
I know that unlike simply being grateful, being a good steward will require me to act. I am hopeful that my desire to be a good steward of my body, my mind, my spiritual development, and my beloved will inform the goals I set for myself for the coming year…
Random Side Note: If you have not listened to Common’s new Album “The Dreamer/ Believer”, you are missing out. It is soul stirring to say the least—-and features some great folks like Mya Angelou…..FANTASTIC!
I am probably the biggest Dr. Oz fan in the universe. Leaving my love of all things Oz for another day, I will focus on his wonderful health and wellness advice. Of course, no person has all of the answers. That being said, I believe just about everything that wonderful specimen of man says. So, when he said that rather than focusing on the number on the scale, we should focus on our waist size, I took notice. According to the Oz, a woman’s waist should be 32 inches (or half of your height). At 5ft. 7inches, I should have a waist size of 33.5 inches or less. That was a challenge I decided to take on. Not because I wanted to be super thin, but because I know that looking at numbers other than weight can be a good way to understand your overall health.
If there is one thing I never do, it is back down from a challenge. So, I added a good bit more of strength training into my normal work out routine, and stepped up the intensity over all. This morning I pulled out my tape measure and to my shock my waist was 33.5 inches. Naturally I didn’t believe what I was seeing and measured it a second time, and a third just to be sure my mind was not playing games with me. Then I let out a squeal of delight and started dancing around my bedroom. I HAVE A 33.5 INCH WAIST!!!
All day I have been thinking about why I am so overwhelmed with feelings of excitement and pride. Even when I was at my heaviest, I was happy. I had good friends. My family was fantastic. I was a leader. I dated. I was a top tier scholar. All in all my life was great. That being said, my health was HORRIBLE. Today I can honestly say I feel healthy for probably the first time in my life. My body, my mind, my spirit——they all feel balanced. What an amazing feeling that is. When I started my personal health journey, my motivation was never “being skinny”, but rather getting healthy. I didn’t really know where I would end up, and today I am so happy with where I am. I am so excited to keep on the journey, and to let my body find its happy weight and size naturally.
Extra Curvy Charlotte
33.5 Inch Waist Charlotte
Ready to live a healthy, balanced, active life every day!
1. (Earth Sciences / Physical Geography) the hot period of the summer reckoned in ancient times from the heliacal rising of Sirius (the Dog Star). Typically recognized as the time between early July and September.
2. a period marked by inactivity. A period of stagnation
This summer I turned 25. This summer I moved to my new eco- friendly apartment. This summer I reached new levels of success in my work. This summer love fell on me. This summer dreams where realized. This summer long time desires were actualized. This summer my heart ached. This summer I laughed. This summer I cried. This summer I realized something, that I find, quite astounding….
The dog days, at least as they exist in my lived experience, are over. The moving parts that frame my existence are running efficiently and on time. What exactly do I mean by this? Well I most certainly do not mean that life is rainbows and sunshine 100% of the time. What I do mean is that the time of inactivity and stagnation has completely passed. I am a full active participant in the story that is uniquely mine. Happiness really did hit me like a train on a track this summer.
I know that every choice I make makes a statement to the world about who I am and what my heart beats for. As we move into fall and away from the dog days I feel energized and ready to approach my life with strength and vigor. I am ready to keep pushing myself, to keep striving for balance. I am so excited to see what comes of it.
This summer I turned 25. This summer I moved to my new eco-friendly apartment. This summer I reached new levels of success in my work. This summer love fell on me. This summer dreams were realized. This summer long time desires were actualized. This summer my heart ached. This summer I laughed. This summer I cried. This summer, at the risk of sounding cliche, was life changing and unforgettable.
While I was getting ready to go out for the night, I decided to see if I could squeeze into the size 9 jeans hanging in my closet (yes I bought them in the juniors section). They slipped on with ease! When I was finished getting ready I experienced one of those rare moments where all of the background noise in my head quieted as I walked past the mirror and I really saw myself as I existed in that very moment. In all honesty my first reaction was “WHO IS THAT??” Quickly I realized it was me. I saw a happy, effervescent, fit Charlotte Elise Collins. I saw a woman who had (quite literally) worked her ass off the past three years. I saw a woman who works hard every day to keep things in perspective.
I had a FANTASTIC night out. I felt eyes on me the ENTIRE time, and for the first time I was 100% positive it was not because I had a hair out of place or a button undone. Everyone wanted to talk to me, to know me, buy me a drink, or at the very least get a smile. While I enjoyed the attention (remember I am a LEO in the truest sense) none of that is what made the night fantastic. My joy came from the change in the way I view myself. I carry myself differently today than I did three years ago—-even months ago. I am finally getting to a point where my mental, physical, and spiritual selves are aligned and that makes me stand a bit taller—— and command a bit more attention.
Even better is the fact that the short glimpse I got of Charlotte when I took off my self-critical glasses has ignited a spark in me to keep pushing myself towards a balanced life. I am excited to work out tomorrow morning. I am excited to start a new book. I am excited to work on my Italian. I am excited to reflect and meditate. I am looking forward to doing the work it will take.
So the big day has finally arrived——25. 25 years lived. 25 years full of laughter, joy, love, hope, hard work, sadness, regret, determination, failure, and success. I don’t feel any different. I didn’t wake up and start crying (Truth Moment: Yes I did cry today, but that was a direct result of the overwhelming sense of love I felt). What I did do was wake up, run with my dog, mediate, make some coffee, and take some time to reflect. Reflect on the past year; reflect on goals for the year to come. Trust me, there is nothing better than reflection over Greek Yogurt and Coffee….
So what truths did I unearth about myself? First and foremost I am very proud of my ability to cultivate a lifestyle where balance is the norm. Each day I work to exist in a paradigm of health—mentally, physically, and spiritually. Over the past year a continual attitude of gratitude has shaped my thought pattern. I am thankful for a career that speaks to my passions and strengths. I am thankful for the continual support of family and friends. I am thankful for strength of spirit. I am thankful for the way love manifests in my life. I am genuinely happy. I am also wise enough to recognize that happiness can lead to complacency….
I refuse to be complacent. Doing so will stall my growth, and I have so much more growing to do. For me, 25 is a marker of my adult life——as an adult it is my job to continually push myself out of my comfort zone and beyond my preconceived limits. What exactly will this look like? Honestly I am not 100% sure. But here is a little sneak peak of the elements that are solidified:
Charlotte the WARRIOR: In the past few years I have become rather healthy. It would be super easy to keep my current work out routine—— but where is the fun in that? I am officially registered to run in a Warrior Dash in 2012. What exactly is a warrior dash you ask? Well in a nutshell it is a three-mile race that includes several obstacles such as crawling under barbed wire, running through mud pits, jumping over fire pits, climbing walls, etc. It takes a minimum of 12 weeks to train for this race (and the training plan is INTENSE). I am not training to just be able to complete it; I am training to WIN IT!
Charlotte in Time Out: I recently finished reading a FANTASTIC book entitled “The Artists Way At Work”. This book helps you think about ways to be your best self at work—- specifically how to stay committed and rejuvenated. One suggestion in the book that I LOVE is the “adult time out”. Once a week, I am going to take an adult time out, which is basically time for me to do something fun, that I enjoy, ALONE! Essentially this time will allow for me to replenish my creative energy (which is depleted during the week)which in turn will allow me to always approach my work (and life generally) with strength and vigor.
I could go on and on about plans for the future, but I really want to take a minute to talk about my Birthday. I enjoyed every minute of today (and the past 5 days—I have been on vacation—-yes I actually took a vacation). My friends threw me a party. My co-workers threw me a party. I was bombarded with messages and emails and phone calls. I went on an adventure. I was able to find time to rest and rejuvenate. I was overwhelmed by butterflies. I felt loved, and beautiful, and appreciated, and cared for. It may have been dreary weather, but my outlook has never been so bright. I had my annual psychic reading with Derek (he is super expensive but really REALLY good—-everything he told me this time last year has come to pass) and he thinks this is my launch year. Even if he had not said it, that feeling is something my spirit has been gently whispering the past few months. This is it. I know in my heart of hearts this is it….
I am ready to embrace all that the coming year, my personal new year, has to offer. My wish is that I am always tender with myself and others, that I maintain the strength of spirit needed to be a champion of critical engagement for social justice, and that I always listen to the voice of the Divine so that I can answer the unique call placed on my life and career.
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”—Pablo Neruda
It has been about a month since I posted, and there is much to celebrate. I will celebrate 25 in two months, and I am excited to say that I feel like I might actually be warming up to the idea of being 25 years old. So many great things have been happening in my life in terms of mind, body, and spirit, but for this post I am choosing to focus on my body. After 3 years of working hard in the gym and really cleaning up what I eat, I have reached a major milestone….one that weighs 90lbs to be exact. Because I lost weight gradually, I didn’t really take note of the differences in my body. On of my sisters (who is a phenomenal artist) put some before and after collages together for me and my jaw dropped. Take a look:
The change in my body is amazing, and while I still have some work to do, I am so excited to be physically fit. I feel fortunate to have a healthy balanced life style, and to have made such great progress the right way. I also know that there would have been no physical change in my body if I was not working to better my mind and my spirit as well. It really is all about balance! While I think I want to lose one more size, I am going to celebrate my current size 10 self!
It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's Charlotte Falling From The Sky...
On a blustery day about two months ago, I went sky diving with one of my favorite people in the whole world. I must admit, while we were both excited before we left the ground, I quickly became panic stricken when it was time to jump. The only thought in my head was “who in their right mind would jump out of a plane?1?”. Sure I was attached to a professional (we opted for the tandem jump). Yes I understood that all I really had to do was fall and let the pro worry about all of the important stuff. I have NEVER been good with letting other people worry about the important stuff……. My partner in crime did not hesitate at ALL. He looked at me, smiled, winked, and the next thing I knew he and his instructor were lost in the clouds. I was so focused on the intense feeling of fear that I barely heard my instructor ask me if I was ready to go. We moved closer to the door of the plane, and while everything inside me was screaming DON’T JUMP my hand gave the thumbs up sign. Before I could take it back I was diving to the ground. OK, OK…. it was more like screaming and falling to the ground. Soon I mustered up the courage to stop screaming and open my eyes. Time seemed to stop, and I was alone as everything else faded to gray. It was amazing how clearly I was able to hear my spirit as I looked out into the blue sky. Soon we were parallel to my friend who reached out for my hand. That moment was as perfect as moments can be. Would I jump again? Of course not! One time was enough for me:) . But upon reflection I realized that I don’t literally have to jump out of a plane to experience that feeling again. In life fear often holds us back from what we really want. It is so easy to play it safe, to do what is expected, to thrive on routine. While nothing is wrong with that, it is ok to take a risk every now and again. Sure it might be scary, but once the fear subsides there is a great sense of peace that abounds. Even better is knowing that if you fill your life with good people, there will always be someone there to reach out and hold your hand….
This week I had a MAJOR lapse in judgement. I was exhausted after a long day. I didn’t feel like cooking dinner. So what did I do? Did I toss a salad quickly? Perhaps I made some soup? Maybe I went to my favorite easy meal of steel cut oatmeal and fruit? No, not I. I obtained a burrito from a local resturant. Of course I justified this choice by telling myself that I had not had take out in forever, and the ingredients were healthy/ fresh, and it was not a bad choice. And of course, as soon as I finished the last bite, my body began to rebel. Trust me, it was NOT a fun night… I had not eaten food like that in years (when I want tacos, I make my own meat free version at home), and my body was not pleased with my choice. As with most things in life, you do the crime, you do the time. As I lived out my sentence in a porcelain cell, I had a great revelation: I tortured my body for food that doesn’t even taste good! The good news is that I have clearly passed the point of no return regarding my tastes and needs in terms of food. Junk just tastes bad to me now…and that is a GREAT THING! Interval training has been going well. I have had my lazy day (or two) but with the weather warming up, I have been enjoying two 45minute walks with my dog each day, so I don’t feel super guilty about missing a day of working out. I feel like I am near another turning point. At the very least the benefits of working out and my other lifestyle changes show. They show in the way I carry myself, they show in the way I interact with others, and they show in my pant size
The better I feel about myself, the more random acts of kindness seem to flow. I have even met some great people as a result of a smile. Beyond reaching out to those I don’t know, I have also found that the my various relationships with people in my life have grown deeper. For that, I am thankful. My new body challenge: To run a 5k two months from now. My new mind challenge: To read two books a week (one that is academic in nature, one that is just for fun) My new spirit challenge: Listen for the voice of the Divine each day.
The past two weeks I have been so busy that I really lost sight of my goals. Sure I was doing the things I set out to do, but after some honest reflection I can admit that I was simply going through the motions. My workouts were lack luster, my meditation time was spent thinking about everything I needed to do rather than listening for the voice of the divine, and my random acts of kindness lacked creativity and thought. I was slipping into a routine that did not require me to push myself in new ways.
This morning I decided to hop on the scale which I had casually been avoiding for the past two weeks. I was surprised to find that today I am 80lbs lighter than I was when I started this journey almost 3 years ago. You would think that such a realization would fill me with a sense of accomplishment, that I would be jumping around my house thrilled to have surpassed several of the goals I had set for myself. While I am thrilled to be where I am, seeing those numbers actually increased my desire to set new goals and push myself to new limits.
Celebrating succes is critical to living a blanced life. The danger comes when such celebration leads to complacency. Thankfully for me, reaching this milestone was just the push I needed to push myself harder then I have the past week. To this end, I have started interval training at the gym…..no pain no gain right?
With the seemingly endless snow my corner of the world has been receiving, I have to say that there have been plenty of opportunities for random acts of kindess. Every day I see people reaching out a hand to help others. Digging folks cars out of snow drifts, salting the porch for a neighbor….you would be surprised at how much those things mean to others. Perhaps just as interesting have been the connections that have been formed during such acts. For example, yesterday morning after yet another snow storm, there was a knock on my door at 7am. My upstairs neighbor was at my door, and he asked me if I needed to go to work that day. I told him I was not sure and after a quick conversation he was gone. Soon I began to hear a shovel outside. I looked out one of my dining room windows, and he was shoveling the driveway and my car out of the snow. I quickly put on some snow boots and joined him. Soon almost everyone in our building was outside working together to complete the task. When we finished, we moved next door and did the same for someone else. During the time we worked we laughed, we shared stories, we learned about each other. We became the beloved community, and it was a beautiful thing.
The quarter life crisis beast has shown just how versatile she is by making me cry all the time! OK, not ALL the time. But A LOT more than I typically would in the past. I have always been sensitive, but this is a bit ridiculous. I can’t even make it through a pampers commercial without the waterworks kicking in! Wedding shows, baby shows, animal shows, talk shows, music, books…anything that has to do with love, family, and children makes my eyes well up. The creative genius behind the diaper commercial that has the song Forever Young playing in the background would be happy to know that they have single handedly created a tear inducing masterpiece. Love? Family? Children? I know what you are thinking. Could that be the faint ticking of a clock that is biological in nature?
NO WAY…I think…I hope…maybe? Marriage and children are something that I want, but not something I want right now. Going from high school to Oberlin College, and then straight from Oberlin to Yale for grad school, I have not really had time to just enjoy being me. Don’t get me wrong; I absolutely LOVED undergrad and grad school. I made great friends and had great experiences. That being said, I must admit that there is something nice about having free time to direct to the things that bring me joy. Hey biological clock of mine, pump your breaks for a year or two…or three! I promise I’ll be ready to give you the attention you deserve by then. In the meantime I’ll buy some stock in Kleenex and blame my tears on a kind and caring heart :)
I am very pleased to announce that I have put in a good 1.5 hours at the gym every day this week. A few of those days I really had to push myself, but I am glad I did. I have always enjoyed working out, but in the hustle and bustle of daily life I would often let it fall to the waist side. They say it takes 10 days to form a habit, so hopefully I am almost to the point where I crave exercise like I crave sunshine!
Doing something kind for others each day has been going well too! I find that with each kind act I carry out, the more kind things I want to do. It is fascinating to watch the expressions on the faces of some when you hold a door open for them or offer up a kind greeting. While their initial reaction is one of shock, it is often quickly replaced with a look of joy. And then, sometimes, if you are lucky, you get to see that person instantly pay it forward. Here come the tears again….
Buddhist Theologian Thich Nhat Hanh writes: “mindfulness is the energy that allows us to look deeply at our body, feelings, perceptions, mental formations, and consciousness and see clearly what our real needs are, so we will not drown in the sea of suffering”. While I have always worked to be mindful of others, this week I have realized the importance of being mindful of myself as well. It is a difficult task to sit with our emotions, accepting each as valid while simultaneously thinking through the call (if any) they place on our lives. What may be even harder is maintaining the ability to embrace and react to our emotions in a healthy way.
Come on quarter life crisis beast- show me what you got! Bring on the tears, the laughter, the joy, the apprehension, the excitement, the anger, the peace, the frustration, and the smiles. I embrace them all. I refuse to let my emotions cause me to act outside of my nature in a negative way. I welcome my emotions to push me to be the best version of myself that I can be.
The past few years I have devoted a lot of energy to health of mind, body, and spirit. Overall, I am pleased with the outcome. I feel stronger, peaceful, joyful, and content. I have a job that I absolutely love, good friends, a wonderful family, and a dog that keeps me on my toes. Life is beautiful, and I am thankful.
OK, truth moment: every so often I feel the pangs of what I can only describe as a quarter life crisis. Yes, I have never been through one before. Yes, the majority of my life moments are positive ones. That being said, the term “quarter life crisis” seems to be the only way to describe an overwhelming sense that I need to do more, work harder, and make some changes in my life.
Rather than being overwhelmed by the “quarter life crisis” beast, I have decided to battle those feelings head on. It would be easy for me to rest comfortably in the life I have, being the version of myself that I am now. However I choose to push myself to new limits. I want to be the best version of myself that I can be at 25!
So what does that look like? Honestly I have no idea… I don’t think I will until August 15th 2011. I do know what steps I want to take to get there:
Pump it up! Over the past two years I have become pretty active. I usually work out 3 times a week. I want to do more, but sometimes I get home from work and am exhausted. Not only is exercising a great form of stress release for me, but a necessity for a well-rounded life. I am ready to carve out the time so that I can exercise every day.
Yum! 80/20 Goodness! Ok, I eat healthy. But again, this little project is about pushing myself to new limits. So, I am going to strive to eat 80% raw, natural, organic foods and 20% animal products. While saying goodbye to my morning Dunkin Donuts Coffee hurts my heart a bit it is time to say bye-bye to fast food and hello to my kitchen! I think this will be the start of a beautiful love affair…
Meditate & Give Thanks. One of my favorite things to do is reflect. I try to do it every day, but I will admit that it has fallen to the waist side. Reflection is one of the ways my soul grows, and it is time to welcome the process back to my life full force. With that of course, comes actively taking time to give thanks for all of the blessings that come my way.
Daily act of kindness. Sure I participate in community service. Outside of work I spend time each week volunteering with a youth organization, and at the core of what I do is helping young people. This is a little different. Every day, I want to strive to do at least one nice thing for another person. It does not have to be big. It does not have to be for someone I know personally. It just needs to happen. You never know how one small act of kindness will change someone’s day. I know I have walked away with a huge smile on my face from a stranger holding a door open for me…..
This is totally doable! Not a New Years Resolution but rather an extra nudge to my lifestyle. I am excited to get started! I am excited to be TERRIFIC at 25!