Just a Journal

You know all those feelings you don’t want to feel? Yeah. About that.

Truth be told, I hate journaling. I know most people in the self-help industry are alllll about the journal. They’ll almost always suggest you journal, every day. For at least 15 minutes. Journal what your grateful for and wishes and dreams and blah, blah, blah. And you know what? They’re right.

But I really don’t want to.

Journaling definitely helps you facilitate thoughts and organize all of the feelings and emotions that come up. In my minds eye, I have beautiful leather journals with pens that just glide across the linen paper. The words are elegantly written with gorgeous penmanship and my works, they’re magic. Reality is a whole n’other ballgame. My handwriting is sloppy, I don’t like “ruining” journals with my ramblings, which is literally how it all avalanches out of the tips of my fingers. It’s messy, I misspell words, it’s a hot mess. My journaling method of choice is using google docs. I will admit, I was intimidated and fought trying Google docs and Speadsheets because frankly, I didn’t want to learn something new. But they’re definitely my go to method. I can move ideas and topics around to fit where they’re supposed to go, my spell check is in check and it’s all organized in one

Minimalism

Let’s get organized.

If you’re like me, the first time you heard “minimalism” you think, no way, not me. I need my stuff! If you close your eyes and think of your ideal home, what does it look like? How does it feel? Does it feel cozy and warm? Does it have piles of paperwork in every possible nook and cranny? Are there boxes and clothes and bags and shoes strewn all over? Are there plates, bowls and cups on side tables? A random fork under the bed? If your answer is no, then why are you allowing that in your space.

The nuts and bolts

When I was younger, my stuff would randomly disappear. Suddenly, dolls I played with were gone, or a random book I loved was no longer there. Sometimes my items were sold right in front of me, like my light pink bike with the white banana seat. Or my Babysitter Club books that my mom insisted I no longer needed. I loved the bike, and as I watched another little girl ride it out of our driveway, I believe that’s when I started hoarding stuff.

I had to keep everything, because everything meant something. All of it was important. And as I started to get older, this started to become a problem. I had so. much. stuff. After reading, “Happy This Year,” I started to realize all of the stuff we have and take for granted.

Essential Oils

Self-care is important care

Let’s get oily

The madness behind the magic.

Here’s the thing, I don’t care if you use the oils I use, I don’t care if you buy from me, I don’t care if essential oils aren’t one of the tools in your toolbox. What I DO care about is that you find what works for you. I got started with essential oils because I wanted something to help me relax because I was in a very stressful job. My intention was never to get involved in an MLM; I was so against them. I just wanted something to help me relax. Fun fact: I hate relaxing and still find it very difficult to do.