Brave enough to let go of that time that is mostly all mine, to use how I want. Usually not very productively.
Brave enough to remember that getting to exercise in the morning makes my heart sing more than looking at Instagram pictures or reading a book or just talking about absolutely nothing important.
Brave enough to carve out other time to nurture my relationship with Tyler, instead of letting it be a casualty of my schedule.
Brave enough to admit that I must have my sleep AND exercise too. And that I do, in fact, become the Wicked Witch of the West when sleep deprived.
"We must have the courage to be imperfect while striving for perfection."
-Patricia T Holland-