When you start something new, especially when you have started lots of new things, it can be scary. That is where I am today. I am scared, but not in the way that most people think of scared. I am not scared of what will happen if I do something new, I fear what will happen if I do not do something new.
Sometimes I feel like I am always looking for the next best thing. I get the horrible feeling, that “what if I’m missing something” feeling. It has been a problem my whole life and until recently I have always thought it was because I would get bored. But over the last few years I have come to realize that is not the case at all. The reality of it all is that I am truly afraid of being successful. It is a lot easier to keep trying to new things than it is to truly stick to something, to bring it to fruition. When you are trying something new, people are cheering you on, rooting for you to make it with your next great idea. It is perfect for getting attention but not necessarily great for longevity or stability. And the reality of it really is that people get tired of rooting for you to finally make it.
Over the last five years I have worked tirelessly to rebuild myself after the tragic death of my only child, my son Zachary. After over year of legal issues related to his death and trying to fix myself, I settled into what has become my new normal. Every day is a new adventure when you are a bereaved parent and future blogs will explore that.
The Chick is a compilation of my love of food, health, beauty, and wellness. It is also a platform for me to share my love of supporting locally owned businesses, my community, and charitable causes. No subject is off limits. I look forward to sharing with you and to hearing from you. This is not just about me; this is about you too. While we are all in this life together, we are not all traveling anywhere near the same journey. It is good to share experiences, to bounce ideas off from one another.
And that my friends is why The Chick will be the one I bring to fruition. The one that honors my Zachary. The one that proves that no matter what we throw at ourselves (or others throw at us) there is always something to be thankful and grateful for. That as long as we have breath, there is a chance!