It’s Monday. Not just in the obvious sense like duh, we know it’s Monday. But in the omg, why did I not rest at all over the weekend? Why am I so tired?!?!? That kind of Monday. And it’s Monday because my to-do list is out of control and totally overwhelming. Blergh. But at least, I saw this little dude posted on Facebook. So freaking cute.
It sort of reminded me that it’s always OK to go after your dreams no matter how big they may seem. But at the same time to always keep your wits about you and not bite off more than you can chew. I think this little turtle came into my life for a reason. Like divine intervention. And I’ll tell you why.
Lately I’ve been feeling a lot like I’m a character in Mario Bros. I’d like to think I am Princess Peach because she’s so purdy, but in reality, I’m probably more like Toadstool. I mean, let’s get real here. I don’t even brush my hair every day and our girl Peach is perfectly manicured, brushed and in her best gown. I bet she even wears lotion every single day. Jealous.
Anyway.
As an entrepreneur, I feel like I’m going from level one to four and back again. Each day seems to present yet another challenge. One minute I’m floating through a world filled with magic mushrooms, lily pads and gold coins and the next minute, I find myself in a fiery pit armed with nothing more than my amazing jumping and bopping skills. I jump and bop my way through the lava pits and fiery balls that are being chucked at me by the big, green menacing dragon only to wake up and do it all over again. And again. And again.
For me, Friday was one of those days. It was like everyone around me was throwing fireballs at me but no matter how hard I tried, my legs were just too tired to jump over them. I was knee deep in fireballs and sinking into the lava pit. Eeeek!!
And so…I had a meltdown. Like a legit meltdown. I kind of just sunk into my lava pit and it was: GAME OVER. Womp, womp, womp, womp, womp.
Luckily for me, I had a lifeline. Alyse was there to pull me out of the fiery pit and reset the game. We left work a little early, turned off our computers, phones and minds for a few hours. And of course, shared a little (or, er a lot of) wine. We talked, I bitched, and we talked some more. We didn’t come up with any real conclusions but I woke up this morning to find a little turtle and a giant strawberry in my newsfeed.
It was just the reminder I needed to get out of my head (errrr…. my lava pit) and to stop all the negative thinking.
If you want something, you can’t just back down in the face of adversity. You can’t give up. You just have to take things as they come. Recharge. Revive. And keep on chasing that dream. No matter how big or how small. Just keep chasing. Keep persisting. And someday, you’ll catch it.





































































































I LOVE this post. I’m so lucky to have YOU as a lifeline – I can’t imagine doing this solo, without my work wifey.
I know exactly what you mean about the lava pits and waking up every morning to dodge more fireballs. But we can do this.
Not least because, duh, Toad is totes the cutest character on Mario bros.
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