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Breathe into and out of May Mental Health Awareness

This is a piece I’ve wanted to write for a long time, as it is written on my heart. And I’m trying to open up my heart (and not call my heart “stupid heart” which I just did mentally in my mind…it’s a process, people). Anyway, it’s fitting that May is Mental Health Month. What a good tie-in to the topic I’d like to discuss. First:   It is thought that I may be bipolar [jury’s out but I don’t feel I am]. Or have bipolar tendencies. Or maybe I have something called PMDD (severe PMS – lucky me). Or maybe my MTHFR gene is messed up (I call it the motherfucker gene…someday I’ll look up what it stands for if my insurance decides to cover that test). I tried for a really long time to pretend everything was OK when for months I’d had weeks of sleepless nights, and by sleepless I literally mean some weeks where I only slept maybe one or two hours each night. I tried my best to be brave, …

True Story: I missed my last day of work

Yeah…it happened. When this SHOULD have been happening:   It’s so ironic because much of my life I’ve been quite sick (“in the head” – I can hear my mom saying that in my mind…she’s always saying shit in my head. Damnit!). Anyway, I missed my last day of work. I was stoked to resign, excited to take care of myself and my health, and of course in a hilarious very typical turn of events I ended up sick with a virus and viral vertigo. Even if I wanted to drag my sorry useless ass into work I couldn’t physically drive to get my weak little body to work.   #CLASSICALEX Plus, it rained all freakin’ week! Rain actually gives me headaches, no joke. I have my problems. Also, when I have vertigo things get extra weird. My brain is already highly unusual as is, but to make matters worse I get oddly fixated on certain things and some things really freak me out. A great example is the Snuggles teddy bear. One question: WHY? …

Easter reminders as yoga reaches out

Hello! If you didn’t know already, I am a practicing Catholic who is simultaneously open to all people with differing faiths (hooray!). If you’re unfamiliar with Catholicism you may not know what Lent is all about besides people “giving up” things like sweets or alcohol or even Facebook. I don’t typically share what I do for Lent but sometimes I focus on giving up certain things/thoughts and/or adding certain things/thoughts into my life. This past Lent involved a major life-shift for me personally. I practiced gratitude everyday and meditated more. I allowed myself to rest more and simply “be”. During my quiet moments I prayed to God and Jesus. And I felt confidence rising within me more and more each day. I let go of a secure job that was not fulfilling me and I am embarking on a new and exciting career in yoga, music, writing, and overall wellness which I hope to share with as many people as possible. I’d share more, and perhaps will another post, but this day isn’t really about …

The way work shouldn’t be

I’ve worked several different places, both on a volunteer basis and for cash moneyyyyy. CHA-CHING! Most every place I have worked has had some severe issues, namely ageism and sexism. I’m a 23 year old female, does that threaten you? Apparently, this is a problem for some women and men alike. A determined young person, capable of flexibility and yet rigid in standing up for themselves, is a threat to some people. Some people fear this type of person’s attitude (which is typically positive) because they are either so insecure and/or jaded about themselves or their work that THEY CANNOT STAND OTHER PEOPLE BEING SUCCESSFUL LET ALONE REMOTELY HAPPY. I’ve been harassed, assaulted, belittled, judged, backstabbed, frontstabbed, verbally abused, sent disturbing and/or rude emails, and probably experienced even more negativity I cannot recall or perhaps repressed. I used to be somewhat quiet about my opinions at my various places of work, sensing the tension in the air, but then I realized most of the issues anyone had with me were not my problem – they …

My life is not selfish, it is full of self

Your life is your own, so make choices that best serve you. What a concept! This might sound selfish, but selfish is not the correct word as selfishness has deeply rooted negative connotations that attach itself to this word. Mainly the idea that being concerned about one’s self always comes at the cost of someone else. Instead of thinking about the act of choice that involves your best interests as selfish, think about it as taking care of yourself and knowing thyself. Make choices that embody self-care, self-respect, and self-love. BE SELF-FULFILLED. When we make choices that honor our selves, than we are on the right path. In this current world we have so many people throwing advice at us, shaped from their own experiences and choices mostly, and that’s great. But we have to use a filter when we hear and read others’ stories, we have to digest this information in a way that makes sense to us alone, and we have to decide what would best serve us. This concept does not mean …

Now is now; be here

In my life I have experienced a lot of craziness. I think we forget we all have in our own way, we’ve all been witness to sorrow and heartbreak, trauma and depression, anger and pain, frustration and fear, but we have all also experienced happiness and joy, love and light, positivity and miracles, smiles and embraces. No matter what you’re feeling or what you’re thinking the present moment is where you should be. My friend Angela said this the other day, which may be a quote from elsewhere, and it absolutely resonates with me: “Be where your feet are”. Be grounded in the now. A lot of people my age have been placed on this fast-track toward their “successful career”. I was fortunate enough to have a mom who stayed home often to take care of and raise my brother and I, but so many have had no one around looking after them or been raised by a system whether it be the government care system or childcare. Regardless of how stable or unstable your …

I’m not perfect – but I can sing

I am a perfectionist. I have been since I was born, probably. I’m meticulous and definitely way too hard on myself. I’m borderline masochistic and vehemently judgmental of myself internally. The best part is, I don’t have to be this way. I can choose to change, to let go and surrender, to give myself the respect I so willingly offer up to others. It’s only fair. So, this morning, when I awoke once again after only a few hours of sleep I decided to sing. I love singing (secretly, shh don’t tell anyone) and also have always wanted to be in a band (I write songs and lyrics but I’ve been a coward about sharing my voice…til now! DUNDUNDUN). I meditated this morning, did a little yoga, and decided to sing my little itty bit heart out. I warmed up my vocal chords briefly and recorded a few songs without pausing, rehearsing, editing, or repeating songs over again. And it felt GREAT. I even listened to them and enjoyed them without judging, sure I know …