I was so honored to be included as a speaker at a coaching forum for Susan Hyatt in Savannah, GA. In true form, I put off booking my flight till it was really too late (because driving or flying was so close), and I finally decided to use my free rental days and drive the 7 1/2 hours.

Ok, obviously, 7 1/2 hours was 9 when you include both Chattanooga and Atlanta traffic when driving from Nashville. But, honestly, I didn’t care. That was “me” time. And I was all in.

I planned my presentation.
I prepared.
And I decided that all of my planning and preparing was absurd based on the fact that we were asking women to be vulnerable. I needed to vulnerable, too.

So, I scrapped everything and decided to write an Empowerment Song “in the moment” with the women who attended the event.

All good.
I know what I can do.
I knew I could read the room throughout the day and find our chorus. No thang.

What I did NOT anticipate was my rescue dog, Webster, seeing my suitcase the night before I was to leave…and throwing up in it.

Seriously.

On Saturday, I got up at the hotel, put on my make-up, shook out my hair and threw on the perfect outfit. Y’all, I have an amazing red shirt/cape thingy that is, frankly, fabulous.

I was adjusting the neck just before I was to catch my Lyft when I notice the…ummmm…residue.

Gang, Webster totally threw up on my outfit. Holy wow.

I was supposed to present in front of powerful women which I totally respect, and I could only choose to wear dog puke or my travel clothes.

Seriously? Seriously, Universe? SERIOUSLY?????

Obviously, I chose the clean clothes.
Clearly I wouldn’t subject everyone to Webster’s leftovers.
And, yet, your Mindset Coach had to coach herself all day over wearing a white “Smile” sweater, dark-blue too-big pants, and Uggs.

And, Lord, then I played guitar. (I’m a keyboard girl.)

I tell you all this to say that sometimes your dog pukes on your day. Sometimes you have to show up in a way you would NEVER choose.

But, ultimately, you show up.
You big fat show up.
And you write your song (or whatever it is that you do.)
And you keep your mind in the zone.

Because, Beautiful, this isn’t supposed to be necessarily easy. But it’s supposed to BE.

Somedays it will be easy. Somedays your dog will puke on your clothes.

The only thing that matters, though, is your resolve.

I’m totally resolved. Are you?