Trust Yourself

So.... it finally happened.

After innumerable weeks and too many daydreams to count, I finally started a blog. Yes....I repeat; I. STARTED. A. BLOG.

If I could yell it at the top of my lungs over a loudspeaker at the presidential election, I would. If I could write the Dalai Lama a letter informing him of my URL, I would. AND if I could get my girl Hannah Bronfman to post it on her website, I MOST certainly would (if you don't know who I'm talking about then you need to change that).

All in all I guess you could say I am pretty proud of myself. 

But why?

If you made it to this post, then you've probably read my "about me" page. With my passion for health and wellness, love for chips and salsa, and a "can do" attitude, you would think that I was a confident go-getter, a walk the walk type of gal.  For the most part, I am exactly that. I believe wholeheartedly that I am capable of anything. When I set goals for myself, they are real, they are attainable and they are challenging.

One of my goals for the longest time has been to start a blog. I've always loved to write....and I'm usually pretty good at it (so my mom reassures me). I knew I wanted to blog on what I'm passionate about which is all things wholesome, healthy and happy. I wanted to share my experiences in hopes of helping others change their perception of health and fitness, even if that means I can only change one single person's life...that's an accomplishment most cannot claim.

With all the right tools, knowledge and desires, you would think starting this blog would be a breeze....but for some unknown reason, I have had the hardest time actually sitting down and moving my anxious hands across my keyboard. I guess you could call it the "writer's block"....yet I'm not even a damn writer (yet). This blog has been one of the most frustrating things I've had to deal with since Cougar football.

Deep down, I had a lot of unknowns about this blog. I was scared of what readers would think:

"She's not even certified in health and fitness..." (yet)
"The design of this blog doesn't make any sense.."
"What does a girl from Montana know about health and wellness...or anything for that matter!"
The list goes on....

Scenarios would play over and over in my head about how people would comprehend my blog....or rather, how they wouldn't. This scared the shit out of me. After constantly battling with myself day after day, a solution finally came to me when I was talking with my mom about the new goals I had set for myself. I wanted to be involved in the health and fitness industry, but more than just involved....I wanted to change people's perception. I had explained to her that my ultimate goal was to be at the forefront of the industry, maybe as a master personal trainer. She asked me how I was going to do that and I immediately started to babble on to her with my doubts and, like any typical 23-year-old, how the future freaked the shit out me......that's when she stopped me.

She handed me a book titled "The Life You Were Born To Live: A Guide To Finding Your Life Purpose" by Dan Millman. This book was about how each and every person is born into a certain set of numbers. Those numbers spiritually explain why you do certain things, act a certain way, and explain why you are the way you are.

Now, I know a lot of people would say I was crazy to believe in such a thing...but I've always been a big spiritual person that looks at things a little deeper than most....and I kid you not, this book would make a believer out of anyone. I read what my numbers meant and had the biggest self-realization I think I'll ever have. Everything, and I mean every thing, was spot on.

" first need to learn to have faith in yourself before you can trust others."

I didn't have to read any further for it to really hit home. The first step to accomplishing anything starts with yourself; believing in your own capabilities, basking in your strengths, recognizing your weaknesses, and not giving a damn what anyone thinks. In the end, constant self-criticism won't get you anywhere. When you need answers, first trust your own instincts....chances are you know yourself better than anyone else ;)

And that's just what I did.

That night, I did a quick yoga session, sat at my kitchen counter, put on some Bon Iver and got to "writing". 

In this tiny little one-hour session, I started to trust myself. With no self-doubt, dismissive thoughts or critical voice inside my head, I finished my first blog post.

Finally, you can all say "Hello" to Cass.