A few years ago when I was starting at WW, I had to do a visualization exercise...I was supposed to imagine myself where I wanted to be at the end of the journey. While I believe that the idea of an end is certainly subjective, I visualized with all my dreamer, story-telling heart. And what did I visualize? A confident, thin (but not too thin) blond KaRyn standing in a pencil skirt (?) talking to a really good looking man. Way to get crazy with the dream, right?
Well, yesterday as I was walking through the streets of DC pondering my aloneness, I happened to glance at myself in a plate glass window. I stopped dead in my tracks. Because there she was...that girl in my visualization! She's in another big city, conquering another big fear, taking on another big challenge, making more big dreams. She's alive! She's ALIVE! And yeah, right now she's talking to herself (as usual) instead of the man, but she's real and more than that, she's me. Whoa. Whoa.
I'm not taking this moment for granted. It's ironic (or apropos) that it comes at a time when I'm recalibrating and thinking about what's next for my personal growth. Sometimes it's a gift to step back and see how far you've come.