just show up, yo

I was kind of in a funk this week. I did some budgeting and realized that I needed to make some Adult Choices... and man I hate those, haha. I basically was living paycheque-to-paycheque and not really keeping track of my spending at all. So I put my Big Girl Panties on... and sat down with a calculator and my bank account. It feels good to have done that, but not so good to realize I can't afford my personal trainer. (Which, man, that feels like the most yuppie thing to say EVER.)

But I'm not a rich lady. I was going to a personal trainer for a medical reason I may talk about on here one of these days, and it was super amazing and helpful. 

Anyway, that plus the fact that I don't feel like I've hit a creative groove yet, since launching this website, meant I was in a funk this week. You know, that mood where your inner critic says all the mean things.

Then I went to visit the current second year Graphic Design class at NSCC, my alma mater. I talked to them about my story so far, about all I've done to get to this point, and about what I've learned along the way. It was fun! We laughed, and shared, and I looked at all their work afterwards, and it gave me the kick in the butt I needed to remember:

Oh yeah. I GOT THIS. Just show up. Just do the work. Just put it out there. 

So here I am. Re-remembering for the 456th time (roughly) that I work best through writing it out. Through sharing. That my blog posts need not be 100% polished, perfect, with photos, with links, to be ready to get out into the world. 

And then there was this.