Sometimes I get so caught up in making things work that I forget why I started to begin with. I want desperately to help others who want help, but I hardheadedly try to do too much on my own. I speak on passion, spirituality, and finding your inner purpose, but I’ve neglected my own practice lately. I crave struggle because I know that it means growth, but when it is handed to me, I can’t wait for it to be over. I’m scared of being a bad parent that is overly absorbed in my profession. I strive for self-acceptance while getting frustrated when I don’t stick to my own work out schedule. I put high expectations on myself and battle chronic perfectionism. I know self-doubt is a part of life, but get frustrated when I experience it. My journey is one of constant self-reflection and recalibration for more peace, hope, love, and gratitude. I throw a mini temper tantrum about once every 3 months because those qualities are not my “natural” state even though I believe they really are. I wish I could live life more out loud by being unapologetically me, but fear always holds me back.