The first step

I'm not athletic. I never really have been, at least not what I considered "athletic" to be. My younger sisters excelled in soccer, volleyball, track, basketball and just about every other sport you can think of. If they tried it, they were good at it. I, on the other hand, was a pretty good swimmer, a decent ballerina and I could cheer with the best of them. I was never the best, but I could hold my own.

Out of nowhere, I decided I wanted to come up with a few "must-do" things that I'd like to accomplish. Some of them were easier than others (graduate college, maintain friendships that were imporant to me) and some were just completely out of the blue (become a world-class chef...have I mentioned that I'm new to cooking too?). But one got me excited...it got me thinking...and even though I sat on it for a couple of years, I finally realized that I can do it.

I was raised to believe that there's not a single thing I can't do as long as I put my mind to it and give it all the effort I have. A lot of great things have happened to me during my short lifetime, but honestly, this is something that I am unbelievably excited for. I'm excited for the work, the pain, the doubts, the early mornings, everything. Because I know that along the way I'm going to make some new friends, create some amazing memories and above all, when I cross that finish line, I believe that I will experience something truly breathtaking. Something that I've done just for myself when not everyone else believed that I could.