This time last year I was in a really weird place. Not bad, just broken and knowing I had to change.

A few weeks before the Sizzler I had told Guy and some others I was pretty burned out and feeling depressed from it all.

I had what I can only describe as a panic attack Sunday morning in my sleep here at the Sizzler.

One year later and now I know I’ll wake up more confident and happy.

Not afraid of the next day. 

I take a lot more space for myself and what I want to do.

It has helped a lot.

I feel in control of my direction again.

I’ve worked it out in my own ways.

Plugged away at sorting out the growing list demands I had around me.

Nothing but good times at the Sizzler now.