Full disclosure: my self esteem is similar to that of any realtor’s will to live on any given episode of Tiny House Hunters.
Yeah, it ain’t great.
A lot of things factor in to this such as my constant weight fluctuation, my very tiny stature, oh and the fact that I’m CONSTANTLY ITCHY. Continue reading
Holy hell, I’m the worst. In the past few months, I’ve moved countries, changed careers, and possibly bought a house all while procrastinating getting healthy and upping my highlighter game.
I’m such a millenial.
2017 Has been absolutely nuts. Mister and I have moved bases, now back in the USA… or what’s left of it. I’m glad to be back in a place where I can understand the street signs, but things are still in flux. I’m finding myself diving headfirst into creative endeavors. It is overwhelming having chronic illness, and I am finding solace not just in yoga but in my make up and beauty, my fashion and decor. A large amount of headspace has been taken over by wanting to share my idea of pretty with the world. So, when my office job wanted to transfer me to Philly, I put in my notice. I should have known I was losing my mind when I used my insurance money to buy a convertible.
I blame the current political climate, but I digress.
Currently, I am wondering if it is possible to have a quarter life crisis. Should I go forth and pursue something that I love if I could very well fail? Do I stay in a career that I might not like, but am good at? Do I tell my dog he’s adopted?
I’m kidding. I would never put that on Seamus. He gets his anxiety from me. #likemotherlikeson
So, this has been an unnecessary life update. I am trying my best to funnel in what I want this site to be; what I feel it means to be a bombshell. I guess it has to do with not having your shit together, but still liking pretty and fun things. After all, we all have a little bombshell in all of us.
Hey, that’s catchy.
As you may know, I’ve been valiantly attempting to get “in shape.” I haven’t decided on which shape that will be, yet. I kinda have been yoyo-ing with my commitment to a healthy lifestyle. And no, giving up chocolate and wine is note an option (god, I’m like a character from a Nora Roberts novel. How stereotypically female of me).
I went back to yoga class today after a hiatus, and obviously it kicked my ass. In a good way… I think. Anywho, something said at the end of the class really stuck with me. I was flopped into my version of meditation (imagine a faceplanting starfish. That’s this gal), while my badass teacher was talking to the class. She talked about rewarding yourself for coming to class and such, then she said.
“You did something amazing today. If you go through your day thinking that instead of how you should have done more or did better, your whole outlook will change.”
Woah. This human starfish was not expecting that.
As an overachiever with anxiety/depression/a partridge in a pear tree, The mantra “You should have done more.” Runs through my head roughly 6,943 times a day. The weird thing, though, is that you never realize that you think it until the idea is firmly planted in your head.
So, as I’m nomming on some leftover shrimp and pasta, I made the choice to try and make my mindset one similar to how I felt during class. We’ll see how it goes.
Have any of you guys felt this way? Do you have any mantras to get you through? Did it help your mindset?
Wow, that title makes me sound way smarter than I actually am.
Do you ever have a day where you feel like your life is a human version of a participation trophy?
Spoiler alert: I no longer have a facebook.
Like every other person who graduated high school in the aughts, I got myself a facebook right when I got my college email address. Kids, these were the days when facebook was for college students and college students only, but I digress.
I loved being on facebook during college. It made connecting to classmates for projects and “projects” so much easier. When I graduated, I thought I would use it to keep in touch with those who no longer live near me. Ah, the sentiment.
Did I use it for such a reason? Fuck no, and neither do you.
Little Bombshell 