What scares you? So much that you won’t allow yourself to finally thrive?

I look at my life reflectively and stare at the words I wrote in my Morning Pages

The story goes like this: People you love hurt you, in a way you never thought possible. The hurt shapes you, forms you, creates a new person maybe a bitter one, a more cautious one, with walls as high as skyscrapers. You vow to yourself to never trust again

When life is life-ing extra hard, it is easy to not take care of ourselves and to neglect the most important person in our lives: us.

It stars differently for everyone, for some it starts with neglecting their nutrition:

listens to “man at the garden” once

Some of us grew up thinking whatever we had was undeserving. Success wasn’t celebrated enough (or at all) and many times we were told that we could always do one better.

Build your village and watch it take care of you.

My body is tired. My body is tired. I am sleep deprived. Dehydrated, because for some reason I keep forgetting to drink water and did I mention my body is tired?

When rent is due but motivation is on hold.

I wrote this on a treadmill, listening to “Thong Song” by Sisqo. (Just thought I’d throw that in there).

In my Fitness Girl Era.

Health is wealth. We’ve heard it time and time again and I couldn’t agree more. You are what you eat; and if that means I am a double chocolate ganache cake then I guess, I’ll take it? But in all seriousness I used to hate any sort of physical activity… what do you mean I should sweat and pant and taste blood in my mouth all free willingly?

In an ideal world, the sun would be shining all year round and I wouldn’t have to go through the transition of summer to fall and fall to winter. Days would stay long and warm and nights would remain short and sweet.