This week has been amazing for movement. I’ve been moving my body. Mother warmed up for me and I got to go for a walk around my neighborhood. I did a bit of yoga, went bowling with my boy and had a few dance breaks.

While my body has been moving it’s seems that how I bust moves has a huge impact on my life.

I’m different. I’m not gonna fit in the box, for goodness sakes I’m a big red ball! I’m unique, quirky and distinctive. I’m me, I’m ok with that. I realize now that my life could catch a rhythm because I was missing my beat. Instead of marching to my own beat I tried to fit in. Make decisions based on opinions and ideals of the masses and all it does is give me anxiety.

Last week in a conversation I was told I may have imposter syndrome. Just afraid that someone may find out that I’m me. My story is different but somehow I believed that I didn’t “measure up”. They went to college, ask questions like: “ wanna go to Dubai?” They effortlessly do pivot tables and manage using excel, I’m just lol ole me, a girl from the west side. I would get so intimidated I couldn’t show up.

Not this week. The movement helped me hear my drum. I’m now not worried about having to have went about life a little unorganized I’ve still found my groove. This my beat!

I can’t pontificate with the most eloquent of words at all time, but I can have an intelligent conversation and most importantly I can make a connection. You gone feel me even when I speak!

I’ve just starting living on my terms, and appreciating where I am. I can’t do excel but I got a dry erase board. I’ve yet to visit Dubai but I got a passport. I don’t wanna get married again and that’s ok. I live meatless most days but sometimes I need a hot-wing.

I don’t wanna miss my beat living someone else’s life.

I’ll be marching to the beat of my own drum.