Walking Dead

A year ago I was on the edge of a cliff and I jumped.

I quit my job, started my own business, and make the bold declaration to my friends and family that I was going to compete.

Being a Figure Competitor was an intrinsic part of my coming alive again.

Working hard in the gym, eating cold chicken from my purse, deciding between blackberries or carrots as my treat for the day, applying 4 coats of spray tan, gluing a bedazzled suit to my arse, and standing on a stage flexing all my muscles in a ‘relaxed‘ pose is a part of me that I love.

My soul woke up last year and remembered that greatness was in my grasp.

“As children we assume that greatness is within our grasp. Whatever inspires us, we begin to dream that one day we will be the best. It is only as we lose our childlike innocence that we begin to settle for far less. A part of growing up seems to be acquiescing to mediocrity. It’s easy to say that we’re just becoming realistic, that it’s just a part of growing up. But, in fact, it’s the death of our souls. When we stop dreaming, we start dying. For some of us, this has been a slow, painful death. Others are just walking dead. They died a long time ago, and it’s nothing less than a freak of nature that they’re still breathing.”

~ Erwin McManus, Soul Cravings

I am no longer a freak of nature.

I am a Figure Competitor.

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  1. Tiffany Miller says:

    I’m so glad that you did 😀

  2. LOVE THIS!! WTF (excuse my language)..i loved it 🙂

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