The 9 Year-Old Girl Resurfaced In Me Saturday

When I was about 9 or 10 I wanted to be a journalist. My dream was to travel the world and tell stories to the people who wanted to read about it. This was a long forgotten dream because as most kids experience the year later I wanted to be something else, a marine biologist I believe.

Saturday night as I sat in front of my father in law’s glowing computer screen on the third floor of their Toronto home I read what was my first in a series of guest posts for the Sun Media column “Keeping Fit With Cary”.  I chuckled out loud and when Brian asked what was so funny I told him the story of once-upon-a-time when I wanted to be a journalist. Funny how life happens.

In utter amazement I realized that I had written for a national publication. As I sit here now retelling this story the emotion of what I felt on Saturday night is seeping back in and I am honestly fighting back tears.

I didn’t plan this nor did I expect it and completely forgot about my dream when I was 9.  The power and stark reality of what happens when you stay true to yourself (or find yourself again) and pursue your passions is pumping through my veins.  The degree to which I wish I could convey to you, this visceral emotion that is resonating withing me right now is overwhelming.

Push on the ocean.

Live outside the box.

Dream big and pursue them.

Don’t worry about the “how” it will happen because when you just “do” with passion and conviction things really do just “happen”.

This is what is happening to me….

“Keeping Fit With Cary”

“Exercise of the Week”

…And you are making excuses for yourself if you think it can’t happen for you.

Stay Sexy,

C2

PS: If you don’t know where to start here is a great place…Moms world wide began here.