Can I do it Alone?

I realized that, after today, I’m 3 workouts away from completing my first program in over 18 months (I’ve started countless, completed 0). 

✔️𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘛𝘌✔️

I had lost faith in myself that I could complete something start to finish. 

I remember back to when I first filed for divorce. I kept thinking, every day will get easier. Things 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 get better. I will feel joy again. 

And in lots of ways they have gotten better. And in other ways, they’ve not. It is how life is for me. Some of it I accept, and some of it I fight hard against every damn day because I 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 better. 

I watched the first episode of Fuller House with my kids last night 🤪. And there’s a scene where DJ (she lost the father of her 3 children to a fire I think) is speaking to her infant about how she’s scared, and doesn’t know if she can do it alone. She was crying in the scene and I felt tears spring to my eyes, and my heart begin to ache.

I 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 don’t know if I can do it alone. I 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 doubt myself at every turn. Life is 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 really friggen hard some days. 

But I’m completing this fucking program. 21 days. 30 minute workouts.

𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 I can say for sure. And I so I do. 

Day 18/21 ✔️