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Step Outside Your Comfort Zone


I told myself at the beginning of the year I'd make more time for myself. I wouldn’t say that I’ve completely mastered this just yet but hey I’m trying. I often look at other mothers my age usually through dreaded social media and wonder how in the heck they live the way they do. Vacations here, shopping there, new this, new that etc.  Before you even say it…I already know  people only post on social media what they want the world to know. I’ve sat down and thought to myself like ummm sis, what are you doing wrong?

I’d love nothing more than to take a trip to Jamaica. That’s always been my dream vacation spot. When I look at the bank account it says boo drive down to Folly Beach and let your wig blow in the wind. I’d one day like to take my son to Disney. I know people that's gone like 3-4 times already at his age! Reality is, we have a better chance getting to Disney then me spending money on myself to get to Jamaica.

I could make up a thousand reasons why now isn’t the right time to do anything outside of my comfort zone. While I’d like to blame it on the funds, deep down that’s not the issue. It’s the fact that I’m so stuck in my daily routine of working, paying bills, extra-curricular activities with my son, and doing what I can to provide a comfortable life for us it’s a little hard right now to see past that. The last thing I want to do is get stuck in a rut of struggling. My son and I are worth that and more. Mama’s gonna make it happen one way or another and it starts with stepping outside my comfort zone. 

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