I Needed to Change My Perspective
I'm grateful for my fresh start.
It's amazing how shifting one part of your life shows you opportunities to shift everything.
I’m downright hopeful. Seriously, one hundred percent hopeful. I haven’t felt this way in a long time; personally, professionally, politically, state-of-the-world-wise, environmentally.
My list of worries was endless, but not anymore.
It’s been a hard few years. I lost my mom, politics divided everything, I live in a city endlessly struggling with racial injustice, and the pandemic challenged my work, my friends and my family. I lost that will to move my body and I watched my dad struggle against aging, anxiety and loneliness.
I felt absolutely stuck. Only moving forward because that’s what you do, but not feeling that joy and that hope.
I know how fortunate I am. I’m healthy, safe, loved and employed, but that doesn’t mean I’m content with what is around me. I wanted to see and feel change, so I needed to find a way to get that joy and that hope back.
Here’s the magic, if you will. Everything started to shift when I stepped up. Everything started to change when I changed my perspective.
I volunteered, I smiled on Zoom calls, I started to move my body again, and I set goals and boundaries. I created a structure around me and for me and each time I stumbled, I consciously stopped and caught myself.
I’m grateful for my fresh start.
I’m grateful for our country’s fresh start.
True change is possible, and my joy and my hope are more present than ever.
