Don’t text first – you don’t want them to have the upper hand. Don’t take part in that talent show – you might mess up and become a laughingstock. Don’t ask for a promotion at work – what if they say no?? How many things do we, every day, prevent ourselves from doing because of…… Continue reading forget “chill”, be vulnerable
I’ve got nothin’ but love in my heart. More than just sounding like a floaty line in a lame love song, that’s a statement I’d like to be true in my life. The only thing that deserves to take up space in my heart, is love. Hate, sadness, worry, regret? Nah, no room for that…… Continue reading nothin’ but love
A non-exhaustive list of things I have zero control over: -Whether or not we have nice weather for my outdoors plans next weekend; -If that customer from last week is still mad at me; -What kind of food they’ll serve at an upcoming event I’m attending; -How much the ding on my friend’s car door…… Continue reading i sure say “no worries” a lot for someone who worries about EVERYTHING…
“If you have to force it, leave it. Relationships. Friendships. Yoga poses. Perfect pony tails. Let that shit go.” Blog writing? I think it also falls under that category. Sorry for being MIA for the past few weeks, but I’ve had zero brainpower for blogging. I’d rather leave it, and write nothing, than force it…… Continue reading teeny tiny updater
I know you’re supposed to approach new things with an open mind. No expectations, no pre-conceived ideas, no judging a book by its cover. All that stuff. But still, I struggle to keep my mind open. I do judge books by their cover, or rather by their spine; if a book has a pretty-looking edge,…… Continue reading opening my mind to mindfulness
I’ll admit: I am a Type A, competitive, control freak. What I’m not, however, is a perfectionist. Way too often I’ll take the “meh, no, that’s good enough” approach. I’m awful at detail-oriented tasks, and I’m often more anxious to just get something DONE than to make sure it’s one-hundred percent right. But somehow, even…… Continue reading not perfect, but good enough.
When you’re little, just about any kind of sadness can be made better with a good cry and a snuggle from Mom. As you get older though, there are more and more problems that are simply outside her (and your) control. It’s not that Mom’s lost any of her magic, it’s just that life tends…… Continue reading “furiously happy, out of sheer spite”