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Wowza… I’m 31. Would you look at that? I look at myself in the mirror and see wrinkles outlining the corners of my eyes and the curvature of my cheeks. I see gray hairs sprouting through my roots and my skin becomes more like my mother’s with every passing day.
“With everything going on right now,” I watched my new friend lean closer towards the phone so they could truly articulate with their body the severity of what they were feeling, “I just want to know when I’m finally going to touch the ground.”
I’m going to be incredibly vulnerable with you…The last two months have been incredibly difficult. Scratch that. 2021 was deemed as the year of saving grace. The one where we could wash away the sins and chaos of 2020 and start fresh. But let’s face it, that’s not real life.
What is it about failure that causes us to feel so debilitated? The concept of not meeting the expectations we ultimately set for ourselves based on society’s standards.
I recently have been reading Presence by Amy Cuddy, a book I stumbled across in one of the Little Libraries in Denver. And my gosh it couldn’t have come at a more perfect time in my life.
The day has finally arrived for you to officially preorder your copy of In Body I Trust and I couldn’t be more excited to share this moment with you. What you may not have known, is that your preorder will help save lives.
I can’t believe it’s finally here! You are the first people to EVER see the final product, the book cover for In Body I Trust (available for preorder coming soon).
Everyone has been saying the words, “Death to 2020,” and while I agree that 2020 was one of the most trying years of my existence yet, it was also the year that I grew the most.
Have you ever had a conversation with yourself? I mean a real, honest conversation. “No, I know you’re ‘fine’ but how are you really doing?”
I was sitting with my thoughts in silence, contemplating my life choices and what the actual eff bomb I was even doing. You know, the usual Monday afternoon activities to jumpstart the week.
In all of the chaos that has been the election and just life in general, I completely surpassed the notion that yesterday marked 7 months behavior free for me. All I kept thinking was how I wish I could talk to myself 1 year ago. There is so much I want her to know.
Well, well, well. If someone hasn’t been a busy bee. But seriously, it’s OVERWHELMING, but in the best way possible. That’s why I’ve taken some time to focus on my self care. Another thing which causes me to go radio silent for a bit.