The past few years I’ve spent the majority of my time alone.
A lot of it by choice, a lot of it simply because I refuse to “fill” my space just for the sake of filling it.
The past few summers it feels like I’m either spending the weekends traveling, surrounded by people, living the dream and feeling so full or I’m home, by myself, feeling full but also wishing someone was there.
Wishing might not be the right word. But honestly I’m not even sure any of this is going to make sense or even truly get my point across. I’ve been thinking about writing on the topic for a long time but could never find the words to really describe this strange state I find myself in a lot of the time.
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I remember a time when going to the gym was the last thing I ever wanted to do. When cancelling a training session was always an option when my day was going bad or I wasn’t feeling well.
Oh how things have changed…
Now, the worse the day, the worse I feel, the more I want to be in the gym. The more I want to put my headphones on, stare myself in the face, and prove to myself how strong I really am.
Today I feel like a zombie.
Pouring myself into my clients for over 16 hours this weekend drained me (and lit me up, but energy hangover like whoa).
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Originally Published May 28, 2018
“I know, I know… My life is so glamorous”…
I’ve caught myself saying this a few times lately, sort of poking fun at myself as I’m conducting my daily life… you know meal prepping or spending my holiday weekend working and organizing my house. Like this morning…it’s Memorial day and someone texted me asking, “What are you doing?” And I thought to myself as I was walking through the grocery store… “Man, my life is so glamorous” and I laughed out loud. Continue reading “Glamorous”
I missed the first alarm, woke up around 6 and said “nope” and went back to sleep. When I finally did rise, I walked into a messy kitchen, dishes in the sink, tools from fixing the light yesterday on the table, planner spread open with this week’s menu for my meal prepping on the counter lining out the food I was supposed to cook last night but didn’t.
I moved on to the bathroom where Bonnie had apparently tried to ball up the rug during the storm last night and left brown fuzz and pieces of carpet all over the floor, then notice there’s a hair extension that fell out yesterday (I’m way overdue for a new set) lying on the floor next to the trash can because I apparently missed in my attempt to throw it away during my rushing out the door to an appointment yesterday.
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“A lack of planning on your part doesn’t constitute an emergency on mine.”
^This was one of the most valuable lessons I’ve learned over the years.
In my world, everything is intentional. I’m extremely “buttoned up” by nature. That doesn’t mean things are perfect, because they’re not. But it does mean that whatever is on my plate is always being handled and it’s always clear.
That’s always been a natural thing for me. But I used to let other people cause me to panic. Or question that. A lot.
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