Collective Effervescence

Today I am grateful for social media. More specifically, its ability to bring like minded people together. For me it’s not only a feeling of collective effervescence, but a push from the universe telling me “you are not alone” 💜

Recently, I have stumbled across some quotes & ideas from other writers/artists that express so simply how I have been feeling.

This post is for all the creatives out there.

Credit to all the individual creators & artists out there making art from their heart ♥️ May you continue to support & inspire ✨

{mamastay} 🎨💘

New Year Re-do

Scorpio ♏️✨ 02|18|2020

Knocking on New Year’s door January 1st @ 12:00am didn’t mean 2020 wouldn’t take on some of 2019’s bad juju. I get that. However, the stress & exhaustion from the end of 2019 seeped into the beginning of my 2020 leaving a big stain & all-around “meh” mood that I just haven’t been able to shake.

The past year’s disappointments & struggles have continued weighing me down. Not going into detail but let’s just say this past year was really tough for me. A stay-at-home mom with little-to-no village has found out the ugly truth of being a SAHM without a village.

The shame & guilt & sadness & loneliness & overall stress from this early journey of motherhood really over-powered the rejuvenation & goal-oriented energy that is typically associated with “New Year” season. I’m the kind of person that needs that energy in order to make it through the rest of winter. Since the start of 2020, I’ve been searching for this energy. Today, I found it.

I’ve known for a while & could feel a change coming but it wasn’t until this morning that I woke up with “today is the day” vibes & “new chapter” energy.

Emotional exhaustion, pain in my heart, & the monotony of motherhood were getting the best of me. But today I picked myself up & I’m not looking back.

So I’m lighting a smudge stick,

Cleaning my house,

Clearing my mind,

And relaxing into a new chapter with some positive affirmations & healthy choices 🌱

{mamastay} ♏️🦂

It Could Always Be Worse

My best friend gave me some of the most useful advice years ago. After yet another night of terrible decisions we were laying in her bed, hungover, trying to piece the previous night’s events back together. As our headaches began to set in so did the fuzzy, dreaded memories. At this point I’m too tired to cry or feel any worse than I already do but my bff, being the amazing sunflower she is, turns to me and says, “it could always be worse”; and she was absolutely right. Of course things could be better, but more importantly… they could always be worse

“It could always be worse.”

2020 has started. For me, January 1st did so with a sprained ankle and a stomach bug. Cue the world’s smallest violin, I know -but it started. And with my family. Taking care of me. It could always be worse.

Such a simple but powerful phrase that has given me much-needed strength in tough times. Not only has it pulled me out of multiple mental breakdowns, but it has become my motherhood mantra. So, I challenge you; next time you’re about to lose it and before you go wasting all your energy hating, blaming, & shaming… just tell yourself “it could always be worse” and see how you feel.

Cheers to all the many silver linings in your future, friends 🥂🌥💛

{mamastay}

Truth Be Told

Once upon a time,

back in the day and not so long ago,

there was a wild woman.

She didn’t care what people thought about her.

She loved to party with people she called friends.

Danced on tables,

settled for guys she didn’t love,

and every morning she woke up with regret.

Shame.

Guilt.

She lived this way for years.

Growing more distant from herself every time.

She began to realize that she was her own worst enemy.

She was lost.

But then he found her.

A good man came along and began to show the wild woman just how beautiful life could be.

He was patient, kind, and loving.

They took many adventures together.

Raising their dogs on the rivers and lakes.

Spending nights sleeping in hammocks under the stars.

Taking many trips and trying to spend every minute with each other.

She began to find herself again.

But a new version.

One that made her feel alive again.

Every minute spent with the good man made her love him more.

She was happy.

Really happy.

She didn’t think life could get any better.

But then it did.

The wild woman and the good man had a little girl.

From that point on the life of the little girl became more important to the wild woman than anything she’d ever done before.

Although raising the little girl was trying at times,

The good man & the wild woman continued to love each other,

Support each other,

Stand by each other,

And promised to never give up on each other.

Although the wild woman stills struggles and falls down sometimes,

She never gives up trying.

And for the first time in a long time she’s beginning to love herself again.

As much as she loves the good man & their little girl.

She is not perfect.

She is brave.

She is a wildflower.

And she is me 💛

{mamastay}


And It Begins

Hello! Welcome 💛


Few things about me; I’m an ex-college student, former party girl/bartender, & current homemaker living on the wild side of motherhood. I’ve always been a journal & gel pens type of gal (90’s baby probs) but I’ve decided to share some of my experiences here with you in hopes that one day it might make a good story. If all goes well I might learn something. If I’m really lucky you might learn something. Either way, for both our sakes, I’ll try to make this blog as interesting & entertaining as I know how. Until next time ✌🏼

{mamastay}

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