When we want change we often think to begin anew we need to have a concrete end to something else – a thing that often has no relation to the change we actually want to see happen. How many of us have waited until the following Monday before starting a diet? Or thought that we had to end a relationship in order to start fresh within ourselves? It doesn’t have to be this way, and I am going to tell you why using mindfulness to create a new beginning within yourself can and should be done even amidst times of stress and turmoil.
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“Spring is just around the corner” – I keep trying to convince myself that there is truth in that statement, but I am having a very difficult time with the last few weeks of winter.
Let me preface this post by saying this – I love my kids. They are healthy, happy and well taken care of. Please remember this point as you read the rest of this post.
Photo by Jessica M Thomas (link below)
Lighten up – lift yourself up.
If you are feeling dragged down and the heaviness of life is bearing down on you, try one of these 7 Ways to Lift Yourself Up RIGHT NOW.
It has been a full month since I awoke on the last day of January as a new and complete woman.
I opened my eyes on that day and declared, “without any excuses, I am going to start having my shit together and my ducks in a row.”
…OK y’all. If you are really believing that crap, then *gasp* you don’t know me at all.
I remember when I was unhappy.
I have been a victim of depression and anxiety for as long as I have been an adult -even before that, really – and for that, no one is to blame. A chemical imbalance in my brain is nothing I can say was planned by someone else or an intentional conception of my parents doing. Ew. No.
But, I can remember a time when I was truly unhappy simply because I chose to be. Sometimes we can get so deep into self-loathing that being mean to others and spreading that unhappiness starts to feel good somehow. These feelings probably have a little bit to do with depression – and a whole lot more to do with selfishness.
We have all been hurt in ways that we think are unique.
Someone intentionally hurt our feelings and our pride.
Something we overheard or saw offended our senses and we took it to heart.
We misunderstood someone and decided to hold a grudge.
…And then maybe something different altogether – someone told us the truth.
Sometimes that truth hurts.
We had a lot of really awful crap happen to us in the last few months of 2016.
Our shed was completely robbed clean on Thanksgiving Weekend. The thieves managed to take off with thousands of dollars of my husband’s tools and also stole quite a bit from our neighbours. We were lucky we had insurance and they are lucky we didn’t catch them ourselves.
We had a family member get sick. All is well for now, but it is a reminder of our time here on earth.
Things broke. Things broke a lot.
Vehicles. Washing machine. Vehicles again.
My heart also got broken.
Yes, I understand it has been a long time since any posts have been made here.
I have been working on things outside of this blog that have taken a lot of my attention and I love it.
I am a woman who craves success. I want it so badly with every endeavor I take.
The only problem is that I often feel like any time I see myself achieving that success or praise, I recoil. I tuck my head and tail together and limp away before anyone discovers that I am actually full of shit.
It wasn’t until about a month ago that I learned there is an actual term for this feeling. It is called “Imposter Syndrome” and it goes a little something like this:
Last week I took Toddler to the park and I thought things were going great. We were playing (OK, she was playing and I was sitting at the picnic table enjoying an iced coffee) and generally enjoying ourselves. I thought to myself, “Today is the day I am going to let as much time pass as possible and tire her out so she isn’t a raging lunatic when we try to head to the car.”
I am an idiot.