I rarely freak out.
I freaked out today.
For the last 7-10 days I’ve been gorging myself on anything I could get my hands on as it relates to pursuing your dreams and designing your life. I’ve printed out an unquestionably offensive amount of copies in my classroom that were related to such topics. I then climbed on a very large soap box and incessantly talked(?) to my mom, my entrepreneurial-minded cousin and my peers about the vital necessity of living your dreams and working for yourself. I knew what I was called to do. I knew where my talent lied.
I decided to create NicoleAmanda.com, the place where my gifts would finally flourish and encourage others to operate in their own. In a passionate frenzy, I dedicated more collective hours creating the skeleton for this blog than I have on anything at all during this 4th quarter in school… Or maybe all school year. (Really, who’s keeping track?)
I didn’t eat. Ok, I ate a little. But, I didn’t go out with friends. I just worked on making my “reality” a reality. I took a breath last night and viewed my finished product. And smiled. I was at a crossroads and I had taken a step, the right step.
Then 7:22 am came.
I arrived to work and opened Google Chrome to log on to NicoleAmanda.com and I felt a very strange sensation in my chest. I logged into WordPress and the little orb in my chest erupted:
What had I done?!
Who’s idea was this?! (I blame this chick.)
How could I ever tell anyone that I was a … *gulp* blogger??
My new friend had found me and wrapped her arms around me… tightly. Hellllloooooooo Panic.