Sometimes, before I write these posts, I get caught up in my head.
I get freaked out about how good the post has to be.
I start thinking about how life-changing it has to be…
Unhelpful thoughts sneak into my head.
I’ve been a minimalist for years now... and I love it.
Now, I’m not a militant, “don’t-own-anything” kind of person.
I just feel better with less clutter around me. And I prefer to spend money on activities rather than things.
One thing I noticed when I was pregnant was that I was often really harsh on myself for what I ate.
I eat pretty healthily (I know that’s relative!) – but if I had a bad day, I would treat myself to a donut or a chocolate bar.
And I was getting more and more annoyed by this.
There’s a little place near where I live called Tofino.
It’s beautiful – right on the coast, with a friendly hippy vibe.
One useful nugget I learnt last year that kept me going was:
Most people give up.
That’s right: most people - when it comes to things that challenge them or might take a while – give up.
I was listening to one of Pink’s songs earlier.
One of my favourite lyrics of hers is:
“Done looking for the critics, ‘cause they're everywhere,
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair...”
This is a post about gratitude... for all the sh*tty things that have happened in my life :)
I’m expecting a baby soon, and am learning that you get a LOT of advice when you’re pregnant.
Don’t get me wrong… most of it is helpful, and all of it is well-meaning.
But people have very specific thoughts and beliefs around babies.
Yesterday I woke up at 4:14 am.
My mind was racing.
I’ve had a lot on recently, and as a result, have gotten behind on a lot.
I had a "life-defining" moment when I was 21.
I was living in Russia at the time, and my then boyfriend and a friend had come to visit.
We started talking about goals and life ambitions.