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Monday Musings: I’m A Leader, Unless…

I have no idea who said this as I saw it on a t-shirt and about died from laughter. I am a total wimp when it comes to the dark, true story. Since the fall is coming and that means Halloween I thought this was the most appropriate quote. Sometimes we’ve got to have some fun and not take everything so seriously. I can’t wait for the fall, it’s my favorite time of year and I am so ready for cooler weather, changing leaves, pumpkin everything, sweaters and of course scary movies. They scream fall to me (no pun intended) probably because of Halloween. Anywho, I’ll stop rambling about my love affair with fall. Have a wonderful week beauties!

Monday Musings: Case of the Mondays…

As true as this is, it doesn’t make me want a nap any less. After a week and a half of traveling and sorority recruitment I am more than due for some self-care and dietary changes – namely sleep, face masks, less caffeine and no sugar. Shopping at Whole Foods this morning was the greatest way to start my week. Thinking out loud – I may have to make that a Monday morning ritual…

Wellness Wednesday: Are We Shoulding Ourselves To Failure?

There are certain words in the English language that seem totally innocent and yet upon second look can be sneakily harmful. How often do we tell ourselves what we should and shouldn’t do rather than listening to what we want to do? I think it’s a safe assumption to say that there is not a man or woman alive who doesn’t catch themselves in a negative self talk pattern every now and again. Am I right or am I right? So how does should get us into a negative self talk spiral you ask? Should is a word with force behind it and it’s usually the word we use when we’re pressuring ourselves to do something we don’t really want to do. For example, “I should do this or that, but I don’t feel like it right now.” Did I mention should is usually followed by the word but, another word I actively steer clear of. Both should, but and try are all words that stem from a place of lack. When we live in …

Monday Musings: Limitations

I’m currently reading the book Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert (one of my favorite authors) and I can hardly put it down. I love a book that requires me to have a pen in hand because there are too many amazing nuggets of brilliance not to underline each page. The quote “argue for your limitations and you get to keep them” is directly from her book and it really spoke to me last night. How often do we as individuals tell ourselves we can’t or I’m too old to do something new or someone is doing it better or whatever? We let fear overtake our lives and convince us that we can’t. Well you know what? Fear can just go ahead and shove it. Limitations are nothing more than a wall built by fear. So on this freezing Monday I say “limitations? What limitations?”.

Monday Musings: Drink From Yourself

It’s a new year! The best part of a new year is reflection on the previous year and reinvention in the new. Beginning fresh with hope and goals and inspiration for the year to come always excites me. When I look forward I think of the ways I can grow without overwhelming my senses and taking on too much. I never think of resolutions (lose weight, drink less wine, exercise more) as a way to do better but of small realistic ways I can be a better person. This year I will first seek to understand rather than judge and I will find that loving place in myself for strength and solace rather than listen to my mean girl. Here’s to the new year! And, here’s to all the ways you dear readers will personally grow and build a gorgeous 2016.

Monday Musings: Ancestory

As my husband and I get closer and closer to having babies I have become increasingly more aware of where I come from, what diseases I am prone to and what I am potentially going to pass onto my unborn child. This is probably mildly dancing on the over-anxious/worry wart fence but I’d rather know if I’m a walking death trap than not. I recently purchased a Genetic kit from 23 & Me so that I can find out exactly what my DNA holds for my child’s future. I don’t know if I’m excited or terrified but either way I will be spitting into a little vile tomorrow and shipping off my sample (wow that sounds graphic) to a lab somewhere. Maybe they will discover I have the genes of a serial killer or that I’m a completely normal 33 year old who will ruin her child’s life the same way as every other parent, who knows? Guess I’ll just have to pace around my house for a few weeks until the results come.