Month: June 2015

Inspired By…..

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.