Last year I wrote in this post about how my word/theme/mantra for 2014 was surrender and I then declared 2015: fierce.
This year was about trying to be more intentional, braver, sassier and unstoppable. It was about giving whatever was in front of me my best shot and fueling my yolo spirit.
One of my friends said, “After surrender, fierceness is what is required.” Surrender felt a lot like laying down and dying, so I grasped on to a word that felt like getting the fuck up and living.
Be fierce, Tay.
It helped that a lot of people knew about this because then everyone ended up holding me accountable to this kind of ridiculous word I was trying to emulate in my life. Thank God for my work friend Sarah (who is basically Grandmother Willow from Pocohantas) who consistently asked me how fierce I was feeling or what fierce thing I had done lately.
I learned that being fierce was a lot about
Giving myself permission:
Yes, you can say what you honestly think to that person. You are not responsible for how they take it.
Yes, you can go on a hiking trip with three random people you’ve never met.
Yes, you can walk away from this and not have to fix it.
Yes, you can make out with that handsome stranger at the pub.
Yes, you can travel. A lot. Even though you don’t really have any money.
and being confident:
You tried something. So what if it didn’t work? That was brave.
You will finish this dissertation and get your Masters degree.
You totally pull off those overalls.
You can do this by yourself.
You can complete Whole30.
You deserve better.
and having a lot of fun: