I’ve tried to keep my personal blogs to a minimum. Mostly because I guess that most of you aren’t here to hear about my personal life. You are here to see inside me house…Creeps. Just kidding.
Unfortunately, I’ve got personal things to say today. Since I plan to torture you… I’ll first reward you with a very personal, (not many people get to see this) very embarrassing picture! Calm down, mom. You’ve seen it 1000 times. Wait… That sounded so much worse! What I’m really trying to say is… Look at this.

Yep, that’s real…Let’s all just take a moment. You can gasp at the horror, and I’ll giggle due to embarrassment overload.

The way my bedroom looks right now is totally a throwback to my high school years when being a slob was the name of the game. When a woman my age has a bedroom that looks like this, you have to wonder if depression or excessive drinking is playing a role. I can assure you that none are playing a role. It’s quite the opposite actually.

My life has been a whirlwind of movement. Everyday there’s movement in a direction that’s so overwhelmingly exciting it’s brought me to tears on more than one occasion. Everyday I seem to be meeting people that are pulling, pushing, and propelling me in a direction so perfect I can’t even begin to explain. So while I should be cleaning my room, I’ve been brainstorming, planning, and plotting my next move.

I’ve felt so incredibly blessed in these past few weeks. Blessed by the people I’ve met. Blessed by the belief and hope they’ve given me. Blessed by the way they legitimately believe I’m capable of all the things I’ve been afraid to do. Blessed by the ideas that have been coming and the doors that have been opening. Blessed that I have so many dang clothes that it’s even possible for my bedroom floor to look like that!!!

It’s strange really. There have been so many times I have fallen short of my own expectations…Life has fallen short of all my expectations. I stopped expecting and suddenly all my hopes, all my dreams are simply falling into place. And I’m proud. Truly proud of who I am. Proud of where I am. For the first time I feel a sense of success.

I think that’s all success really is. It isn’t about how much money you make, how much notoriety you gain. Success is the smile across your face when you think about who you are. Success is the “heart exploding” feeling when you think about where you’ll go. Success is being proud about every single aspect of who you are…Your hopes, dreams, history, future, mistakes, talents, and…even your horrendously messy bedroom.