when your body says “enough”…

How do you know if you’re stressed? Do you feel it in your body as it’s happening? Or do you only realize it after the damage has been done?

Alternatively, are you a person with their shit together who takes preventative measures in order to combat the physical, mental, and emotional drain brought on by stress?

Or are you a little bit of Column A, B, and C?

Yeah, same. I mean, we know better, but also… life, amiright?

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change up your energy…

Feeling off lately? Yeah, me too.

And it’s really weird because I felt so “in the flow” last week. Then the weekend hit and BAM—off.

I think a change up in energy is in order!

I’m always hoping that someone out there can take nuggets from these posts to help them in their own lives, but I have to admit that deciding to write about this today is also a little reminder to myself.

So… let’s do this together!

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the power of intention… (pt. three)

So, what have we learned so far? That one (seemingly) random intentional choice can change the trajectory of your life and, by applying this concept practically, you can change the energy of your home. Nice!

Now, let’s explore creating a daily practice of setting intentions to inspire personal transformation…

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the power of intention… (pt. two)

When you have a profound realization like I had in that car, it leaves a mark.

But of course, a miraculous recovery from years of self-destructive behavior is (most likely) not gonna happen.

So, what did happen?

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the power of intention… (pt. one)

As a child, I was told that I could “do anything I set my mind to.” It usually wasn’t far behind “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

So, in my kid brain, “setting your mind to something” translated to a big picture idea. Like, if I wanted to be a doctor or lawyer, and worked really hard, it would happen.

Whatever the “thing,” it was always somewhere far in the future, promising eventual graspability. Regardless, I took it to mean that anything was possible.

It took me years—decades—to realize that “anything” had actually been within my reach all along…

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this heaviness…

Man, it’s been a heeeeeeeeeeavy last few weeks. And I know that I’m not the only one in the midst of a major life upheaval. I keep hearing it from friends, acquaintances, astrologists, and intuitives. We’re all going through some crazy shit right now.

And believe it or not… it’s all for our highest good.

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saturday morning coffee…

On a Saturday morning back in February, I met my friend, Ali, for coffee. These weekend coffee dates had become a wonderful timeout from real life. For a couple hours, I could venture out into the world (just down the street, but still) as an individual person.

I didn’t have to struggle with getting a kid, or four, in and out of the car. I could just pull into a parking space and get myself out of the car; it was a lightness that I rarely felt anymore.

Our conversation that day spanned many topics—from plants to how much our time is worth to how our mindsets shift as we move through life.

Somewhere in the middle of our conversation, I had an epiphany. And then sometime after that, I forgot what it was. (This is why we can’t have nice things.)

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circle the drain… (pt. three)

I realized that I was so deeply unhappy with myself that I couldn’t even look in the mirror. If I did happen to catch a glimpse of my reflection, I didn’t recognize the person staring back. I pretended not to care about my appearance after awhile, citing “#thatquarantinelife” and “#workingfromhomewithababyatoddlerapreteenandateenlife.” Though these are legitimate stressors, they are also excuses. BS excuses.

Sure, times are hard and you don’t have to be perfect, but when you start to feel disgusting in your own skin (and there’s something you can do about it, but you just don’t), there is something wrong. In my particular case, there was no one to blame but myself.

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