I'm going to call myself out right now.
So far, as we're 17 days into 2012, I haven't show up very fiercely. I've blogged fiercely. I've claimed that I want to be fierce, but really, I've been dragging my feet a little on the fierce.
I've been waiting to have the energy, the spark, the gumption to put things in motion.
Wow ~ waiting around sounds so fierce. aslkjdfsldkjhfzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I just put myself to sleep. Waiting around is BORING!
Here's my new deal, and my new challenge, and my new public declaration: 2012 will be the year that I receive 100 rejection letters. 100 Rejections.
I *dare* you to tell me no, world!
What this means is that I have to start asking. I have to put myself out there. On this list of rejections, I hope to include: O Magazine, Real Simple, Whole Living, to name a few.
Right now, I can't even list out 100 places that could potentially reject me, which means that I'm going to have to get creative. I'm going to have to get uncomfortable. I'm going to have to stretch and grow and freaking try harder than I've ever tried before.
There's the fierce.
Rejection is the name of the game. All of this will be shared publicly with you ~ my process, my victories, my failures. All open, all raw, all real.
Anyone else want to join in on the fun with me? (It's okay if you say no...I'm down with rejection!)