To the woman I was 4 years ago…

I frequently go back to the woman I was 4 years ago.

I have a clear image of her and where she is.

She is sitting at her desk in the corner of our old kitchen.

Her desk is covered in affirmations, has been “feng shui’ed”, there are motivational post it notes all over the window and there are prints in front of her on the wall.

And she’s staring at one of them. It reads “What if I fall? Oh, my darling what if you fly?”

The kids are out. Matt is out. And she’s about to make her biggest move yet.

She’s about to resign from her job of 14 years to fulfil her dream of running a business.

And there’s no proof it’s going to work.

There are no big savings to fall back on.

There is no influx of clients.

She has a lot of post it notes and books and dreams and determination.

And a hunch.

And she is full of fear.

But she hits send anyway.

The letter of resignation goes.

Her new life begins.

I go back to her because I don’t know how she did it.

How she had the faith to believe she could build something incredible.

When there was no proof.

When there was so much doubt.

I will always take the time to go back and thank her.

It was her who got me to where I am now.

And for that I will always be eternally grateful.