make your inner six-year-old proud

Do you remember when you were 6 years old? I do. I couldn't wait to eat whatever I wanted for dinner, stay up past 8 p.m., put my feet on the coffee table, watch scary movies and say the word "damn" whenever I wanted. 

flash forward to the fourth of July.

I had a bowl of the sweetest cherries for dinner, watched The Others on Netflix and turned to my husband and said, "now that's a damn good movie." Oh, and it's 8:09 p.m. and my feet are resting on the coffee table.

According to my six-year-old self, I'm kind of a bad ass.

That's my wish for you on Independence Day (and every day). For you to look at how far you've come and what you've accomplished up until this point....no matter where you are in your own journey, whether it's 20 minutes or 20 years...to embrace the independence you have right this second, put your feet up and say:

You're gonna be just fine, six-year-old self.

Juuuuuuuust fine.

What are you doing now to make the little, six-year-old version of you proud?