My goal when I first gave birth was to make it 6 months of breastfeeding.…
Fling the Victoria’s Secret Panties, Even if someone is watching.
When I first sat down to come up with the name of a blog, I racked my brain for hours, which turned into weeks, and quickly into months. It’s such a terrible excuse as to why it’s taken me so long to finally start this process. To me, nailing down the right and available blog name was a critical step in my journey that I wasn’t willing to skip over for the time being to get started on the rest. While it is important, looking back it was an excuse for me to keep living life as is, not taking that next step out of fear of judgement or criticism.
I am the first to admit that I am way too observant of others feelings and opinions about me. While being observant of others emotions is important for compassion and understanding, focusing on it too much can immensely hinder someone’s success. My journey of caring less about the opinion of others, and more about the opinions from within officially starts now.
When we were in about sixth grade we started to get curious about different types of undergarments. Okay, I’ll say it, we wanted to start wearing thongs, even though we were still far too young. On the weekends our parents would drop us off at Ridgedale mall and with ice-cream in hand we would giggle and enter the infamous Victoria’s Secret to poke and prod the lingerie and underwear we wished we wore.
My friends would giggle and enter Victoria’s Secret, while I stubbornly waited outside the store front for them. I wanted to go in, so why didn’t I? Because I was concerned that the staff would judge me for entering a store for grown women, when we were still kids. Luckily, my friends weren’t too hard on me, they just laughed back at me and said fine, wait here while we go have fun.
Now I look back and think about how incredibly stupid that was. I missed out on that opportunity to make memories with my friends because I was scared. Scared of what?
Isn’t it funny how those small characteristics of us as kids translate into real-life things as adults? Here I am, motivated, full of ideas and creativity, wanting to do something with them, but I’m too scared.
Can you think of anything like this from when you were a kid? I don’t know, maybe you were the girl that strutted into Victoria’s Secret, and flicked the little panties from your finger like a slingshot. I’m envious of that confidence.
When it came to finally starting this blog, I realized, I don’t have anything to lose. I don’t have any expectations for this. The plan is to simply take it one day at a time. Mold it into something, find my niche. That’s it, so I stuck to my guns with finding a name and I finally got it, next the website built, and now plenty of more work to do. No more excuses!
Works of E first came to me because I have always considered myself a worker bee. I don’t like to be stagnant. I always need to be working on something. My artwork is a working process, our home is a work in progress, my body is a work in progress, my marriage and relationship with Christ are a work in progress. Most importantly, I am a work in progress!
Here are some Topics I will talk about on this journey:
Topics For Him (Maybe we will call this Works of G!)
Okay, so here’s me proudly marching into the Victoria’s Secret and flinging the panties!