I washed my hair this morning, didn’t bother with the dryer or curling iron. No make up. Feels good. Sitting here thinking I should get a few things done (on my list) while I’m here alone. Yet, the sun streaming in the window feels good and brightens my mood. The house is quiet. I haven’t taken time for me in a while. I ask myself if I should I read and doze or do housework? I’ve truly been debating. Please note that I am still here in my chair writing and am about to pick up my book. Debating suddenly seems silly, but I won’t erase this comment. Writing reinforces the concept of taking me time, which usually comes last. So glad I found you, Monica. I’ve only been here a short time, but am already benefiting from your encouragement and wisdom. Thank you.
I feel you there... I fight with myself sometimes to do what needs to be done (right now I'm avoiding doing my bookwork for taxes) and I fritter away time, until there is no more time to do it. So, I defeat both thoughts... bookwork, or reading, or whatever I really want to do. Thanks for that little insight/reminder Sulyn!
I'm sitting here working on my "Monica assignment".. pondering your posts and prompts. This time each day is one of the ways I'm helping myself reset and rewire. I have taken a number of steps over the past 4 months, including joining you, and today I found another goal - blossom with brazen, sassy, majesty!
I should have known... I was going to ask you about something very similar to this post.
I am going to visit my family across the country in late April and though I want to be who I am, sometimes my mouth speaks before my brain finishes a thought and my host's husband is often short with me. So, I'm going to slow my brain down, and count. I'm sure it works for a lot more than anger. We have a history of one-upping each other and I want to end my part in it, because being right doesn't always mean being happy.
And why does it always have to be the most challenging with people we've known for most of our lives? There is such a groove carved out for who you were as a kid or young adult, and why is it that the people who know us best (family), try to keep us in that groove—or we slip right back into the ruts of it as soon as we are together?
I washed my hair this morning, didn’t bother with the dryer or curling iron. No make up. Feels good. Sitting here thinking I should get a few things done (on my list) while I’m here alone. Yet, the sun streaming in the window feels good and brightens my mood. The house is quiet. I haven’t taken time for me in a while. I ask myself if I should I read and doze or do housework? I’ve truly been debating. Please note that I am still here in my chair writing and am about to pick up my book. Debating suddenly seems silly, but I won’t erase this comment. Writing reinforces the concept of taking me time, which usually comes last. So glad I found you, Monica. I’ve only been here a short time, but am already benefiting from your encouragement and wisdom. Thank you.
Thank you! Your comment send warmth into my cold bones as I sit here at my desk wrapped in a blanket. What a lovely energy shift you gave me!
I feel you there... I fight with myself sometimes to do what needs to be done (right now I'm avoiding doing my bookwork for taxes) and I fritter away time, until there is no more time to do it. So, I defeat both thoughts... bookwork, or reading, or whatever I really want to do. Thanks for that little insight/reminder Sulyn!
So good I restacked two excerpts!
Find me a middle-aged woman who doesn’t relate to this! I dare you.
Now THAT is what I call Connection ‼️
I'm sitting here working on my "Monica assignment".. pondering your posts and prompts. This time each day is one of the ways I'm helping myself reset and rewire. I have taken a number of steps over the past 4 months, including joining you, and today I found another goal - blossom with brazen, sassy, majesty!
Blows my mind how many times, today included, that what you write says ‘I see you’ and hits right in the heart.
That picture of you… so not you… and I realized a few months ago, none of mine were me.
Managing rather than living sucks the soul out of you until you learn to reclaim it.
Here’s to reclamation and not giving a damn what anyone thinks you look like, sound like or need to be.
Lol! I have a few of those (uncomfortable) pictures!! P.S. I love my new Rewire cup!! Thank you ❤️
Yay! I am so glad you love it, I do too!
Well...this message TOTALLY hit home 🏡 ♥️ 😪 TY
I am so glad you connected with it!. Be sure to send a dm with your email address, I’ll shoot over the 3 Simple ways freebie for paid subs
I should have known... I was going to ask you about something very similar to this post.
I am going to visit my family across the country in late April and though I want to be who I am, sometimes my mouth speaks before my brain finishes a thought and my host's husband is often short with me. So, I'm going to slow my brain down, and count. I'm sure it works for a lot more than anger. We have a history of one-upping each other and I want to end my part in it, because being right doesn't always mean being happy.
And why does it always have to be the most challenging with people we've known for most of our lives? There is such a groove carved out for who you were as a kid or young adult, and why is it that the people who know us best (family), try to keep us in that groove—or we slip right back into the ruts of it as soon as we are together?
Oh my. My heart needs this.