This weekend was kind of weird. I might want to go into it in a longer version at some point, hence the “abridged” bit in the title.
But given the time and my current brain function, I’ll just go with a brief bulleted list of highlights…
Continue reading “what this weekend made me realize (abridged)…”On Day 4 of my back pain, I could barely move.
I thought I was doing all the right things, and yet the pain kept getting worse.
I pulled some oracle cards on the issue and the messages pointed to setting boundaries, letting go of what no longer serves me, and taking a break from the treadmill of life (AKA be still and be present).
My first AH-HA moment of the day.
It all makes sense. I had already figured that the Universe wanted me to slow down. That’s usually the message when something abruptly puts your life on hold. But I still felt like I needed to KEEP MOVING.
Ugh. Have I learned nothing from my minimalism journey?!
Continue reading “the universe provides…”So, I just got a message from the Universe to practice what I preach.
You know how I know?
Because I spent hours writing a blog post. And then rewriting it. And then finding the right song to accompany it. And while looking for a photo to add…
Continue reading “good one, universe…”Sometimes, it’s fun to look back. And there’s no better time than on the night of a Full Moon. It’s at this phase in the cycle when you can clearly see how far you’ve come and let go of anything (with gratitude) that no longer serves you.
In honor of tonight’s special Strawberry Supermoon, let’s take this opportunity to throw it back…
Continue reading “flashback: january 2020”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.
Continue reading “circle the drain… (pt. three)”