Who’s ready to start the weekend early? All hands up. Happy Friday all!
This weekend I’ll be doing a bit of camping, water play, and eating my summer favorites – berries, raw veggies, a lot of sparkling water, and some cheesecake because, balance.
I’ll be taking this Monday off but will see you back later in the week. I hope your holiday weekend is filled with celebration, love, and reflection for self and for those we’re honoring on Monday. See you next week!
Recently I’ve found myself asking this question — “has something actually happened if another person doesn’t know about it?” Meaning, do I even count it as an experience if I can’t share it with another? Will it live on in my memory if it were never validated by another person’s approval?
The obvious answer is yes, it still counts. But I’m not looking for the answer to that question — I know it’s a silly question. What I’m more interested in is finding out why I feel compelled to ask the question at all.
Happy Friday!
You may have noticed that I’ve been quiet on social media this week. Besides replying to wonderful birthday messages on Tuesday, I have deleted all social media and have been taking a break. When you run an online blog this is probably not the best business decision. But just as I write about trusting your gut and going against the norm, I knew I had to do this for me. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but I will be here every Monday and Friday and am looking forward to strengthening my connection with you all right here.
I’m looking forward to a nice weekend in the Boise foothills with my husband and my pup.
But first, it’s Friday Digs.
On my 31st birthday I was full of insight. I had reflected on a lot. I had a lot to say. I was feeling solid in who I was. I was feeling content and secure. On the eve of my 32nd birthday I’m not feeling as confident. I’ve just been dealt a hard card and I’m not sure what to do with it yet. (More on that to come in the next few weeks.)
Last year I wrote about “becoming adult” and this year I really feel like one, and the more I embrace my adult self the more I become comfortable with not having answers. Right now, today, I have a lot of questions and almost no answers. But I do know one thing, the woman who wrote last year’s post was filled with answers and that woman will be back again soon. And so I sit and listen to my last year self and remember that she’s in me right now too.
Hey hey, Friday! Happy weekend to you! I sincerely hope you have the sweetest, happiest weekend filled with all of your favorite things.
And in celebration of Mother’s Day, a big shoutout to the woman who always makes me feel love, cared for, and worthy. And who taught me the foundations of mindfulness my whole life. I love you Mom.
But now, it’s Friday Digs!
I choose joy. It’s that simple, right? Right—that’s why we’re all walking around wearing smiles of joy all day every day. (Cue teenage eye roll.)
But really, this week I want to focus on joy. And more importantly, the fact that it truly is a choice.
I’ve said it before—but I’m not sure I’ve ever meant it more—HAPPY Friday! This week was filled with some low points, met with some very high points and if nothing else it was a reminder to me to stay in the moment, experience, and trust. After a busy week I am looking forward to a weekend spent with my husband and my pup celebrating, nothing in particular, just celebrating life. My wish is for you to do the same… with a easeful smile on your face.
But first, it’s Friday Digs
In the spirit of the mantra I shared on Friday, be easy on yourself, I listened to my body this weekend and took a break from writing. But, I didn’t take a break from reading. I scoured old posts and came across one of my favorites—a look into om.
Om, it’s like the gateway drug of chanting. You might hum the word awkwardly along with your yoga teacher at first, but eventually you start to get comfortable with it– maybe you even start to like it. Depending on the background you follow, om can be defined differently. My favorite part of this mantra is the vibrational feel I experience in my body as I vocalize it.