“Do one thing every day that scares you.” Eleanor Roosevelt

Living and breathing scares me so I’m pretty sure I’m owning the “one a day thing.” But what if I’m not owning it? What if I’m doing all the things and I’m still scared? Then what?

I told everyone that when I moved to a new city, I was going to focus on me—that I didn’t need any more friends, I wanted to save money, and work on being content on my own. Turns out that saying that is a lot like when you buy vegetables at the grocery store thinking you’ll eat all healthy for the week and then you get home and eat pizza for the next 5 days; yeah, like that.

I’m homesick for a place I couldn’t wait to leave, I’m feeling lonely, and like I may have just fucked up my entire life by taking my dream job. But, I’m giving myself 365 days to determine if I really have fucked up or if I’m just anxious. One year of doing things for me. One year to convince myself that being alone doesn’t have to be lonely. Join me as I work through fears, take myself on dates, and learn to be the independent boss ass bitch I’ve always aspired to be. Think Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada. That level of baddassery.