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 ✨
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 🌱
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 🥂🌥💛
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 ✌🏼