Pick a side...

“Pick a side.”

A friend said that to me a few weeks ago and its been really weighing on me.

Pick a side? Pick a side. Pick a side!

Ugh. Why is a 3 word sentence so consuming?

Why is it so hard to “pick a side”?

Why is it so hard to own our truth?

Why should it matter what side I pick?

Well after allowing myself to be completely consumed by this statement I’ve come to the conclusion that it DOES actually matter if you pick a side or not.

It matters a shit ton.

Picking a side is NEVER easy. It means that you’re sharing your truth. Your WHOLE truth and nothing but the truth…(see what I did there 🤣). It means not giving an eff who likes it and making sure it lines up with your beliefs.

This is especially hard when it comes to sharing about my parenting, about my past, about my relationship with God, about my mistakes, about areas of life that according to some are “private” and should be kept that way, about the way I choose to raise our puppy, about my business ethics, my morals, my values, literally everything.

It means that I’m an open book.

But with the openness comes other peoples opinions. Are they entitled to them? Absolutely. According to freedom of speech and all. But what that that doesn’t mean is that I have to take their opinions personally or live my life according to them. It doesn’t mean I have to change sides. It doesn’t mean I need to let these opinions derail my purpose.

Sounds easy right?

Well it’s not.

It’s taken me years of digging deeper. Of figuring out who I am and what I want. Then on top of years of searching it’s taken years of working on my confidence so I can share that with you all.

In the years of being stretched and groomed I’ve realized that I’m not alone. That so many of you feel the same way. That you’re scared of being attacked for stating your opinion. Or being ridiculed for having your own views even though you know it lines up with God’s plan for you.

I get it. Trust me. Sometimes I wish I didn’t but in God’s plan for me—I’ve been the victim of more hate than y’all can even imagine. Even stretching as far as people saying I should “never be allowed to have kids because I’m clearly on something…” or “to stop doing heroin” because I talk too fast.

Not even kidding y’all. These kinds of statements have shut me down in the past but today, now, I am choosing to let them empower me.

I am picking a side.

I am a believer.

I love Jesus.

I love people that don’t love Jesus.

I don’t love when people that don’t love Him judge me for loving Him.

I love people that do love Jesus.

I don’t love when believers claim to love God then turn around and judge others or make them feel less than because they don’t believe or because they swear or because they just straight up think they’re better.

I am a daughter.

I am a devoted wife.

I am a mother.

I am a sister.

I am a friend.

I am a hard working struggling business owner of a company that sets it’s eyes on how God wants us to grow it and I struggling daily with the comparison game.

I have ADHD and had no idea until I was 33.

I have HUGE goals that sound crazy to 99% of people.

I have the desire to change the world.

I am a Beachbody Coach.

I am doing the best I can in sharing my journey to inspire others.

I am organizing a retreat that I have NO idea what it’s going to look like but trusting God that the women who need to be there will be and honestly that scares the shit out of me.

I am working on myself daily.

I like swearing. It flows naturally and if you’re not a fan it’s okay. I still love you just don’t expect me to change or you’ll end up resenting me. #truth

I am a runner.

I am competitive AF.

I have anxiety.

I’ve struggled with depression.

I’ve attempted suicide.

I’ve fought for the life I want and I will never quit.

I am a warrior.

I try my hardest to NOT judge others and you better believe if I do I’m asking for forgiveness because that shit is whack.

Now it’s your turn. Pick your side. Own it. Share it. Post below. WHO ARE YOU?

Tip: There’s no right or wrong answers. Be you.