Inspiration is something I know to be everywhere. Even with this knowledge, I still find it’s hard see sometimes, even most of the time…
This is a draft I have had for over a month now. That first paragraph (of two sentences) is all I got up too. I decided to keep it as a way of picking up where I left off. I would usually say start over, start a new, another beginning… blabla lala. In reality, tomorrow I will still be going to the same job, living in the same predicament, and going to a hot yoga class that I now only attend twice a month.
Although, right now, as I’m typing and writing, I’m pretty fucking excited.
“Just question if you still love what you once loved” ~ Danielle LaPorte
And so I did just that. And I realized, I still love so much. Despite the hardships, betrayals, curveballs, and disappointments, I wanted to say that’s not me.
I still find myself looking at food blogs, pinning beautiful food photography, reading up on the latest health trends, and treat myself to a green juice/smoothie a couple times a week.
I don’t go to yoga class 3 or 4 times a week anymore, but every other day, I still find myself practicing bakasana (crow) out of nowhere. Then I say to myself I’m practicing savasana when I spend those extra five minutes in bed 😉
Experimenting with my look through hair, make up, and fashion, It’s something I actually admire in most, and then pretend I’m a bit of a fashionista myself.
I think about writing in this little space of the internet I can call my own. I say to myself “That would make an awesome topic!” And then, I don’t write anything….
So I am offering myself a change, step by step. It’s not so much figuring out what it is I want to do with my life, but rather how the hell I’m going to do it. If anyone will tell you, that’s the real struggle I face. I couldn’t be more scared and happy to put it out there as I take a journey back. Yes, I’m moving a backwards to help to move forward. More yoga, more vegetables, more meditation, less laziness (I shall admit my faults), more writing, cooking, and passion. I miss my fucking passion.
I’ll admit as well I’m a dreamer, that over the last few months I tried to step away from. But, I think I’m ready to pick it back up. To pick myself back up.
My love and imperfection. For all the beautiful souls that I know and do not know.