Journey to Mee-dom

Because one of the ways that I have really identified and been able to move through my self-abuse happened to be by looking (or rather not looking) in the mirror, I brought up this idea to some friends that mirrors are simply an instrument for either abuse or or love . They really let you know where you are at , and provide a place for change. You can look in the mirror and see all that you are , or you can look in the mirror and see all that you aren't . I will tell you straight up that I have been avoiding going to yoga. The reason - well the reason isn't a good one - but it's a reason none the less. I have been feeling too fat for yoga. It's not that I gained a bunch of weight but I allowed myself to slip back into an old habit of comparing myself to others and I don't know if you have been to a yoga class before but there are some fit-tastic people up in there. Hotties per say...and I wasn't considering myself a hottie. Honestly I kinda thought I did

This post is more for me than you, but if you are reading this maybe it will inspire you to create your own happy-list! The transition between Winter and Spring is a hard one, we are just so done with the grey dark, cold, wet weather and ready for the new. So, because I am desperately trying to elevate my mood I started thinking about all the little things that make me happy.  I can't make any immediately changes to the things bringing me down currently, so instead I decided to sit and pause and just look around me for all the small things that bring a smile to my face - instantly. So I will skip things that are obvious like friends, family, my children etc and get more specific. I may not be Oprah, but here are a few of Grace's favourite things: New socks - oooooh GOD new socks are the best. Coconut green misto's teas with honey (any kinda of tea with honey really, warm water with honey will do even) Comfortable bras - preferably with no wires. I don't care

Fleas. Gross right? Nasty little things. This post, of course, isn't about fleas at all. I was devastated and panicked on Thursday night, to realize that Sophie (my 10 year old yorkie-chiuaua cross) had fleas. When you see the amount of fleas that I discovered on my dog, you instantly want to burn your whole house down. The worst part? I should have noticed long before I did. She had been scratching her hair out for about a week. You may be wondering how the hell someone can go that long without noticing their dog has a problem (as bad as fleas)...and honestly, I had to wonder that myself. I sat down in my sanctuary of solitude (the bathroom) with my head in my hands and thought "I can't handle this right now". Little did I know it was exactly what I needed to handle... Although I have been practicing moving more slowly through my life, I have come to recognize that it's only in certain broken down segregated sections and areas. I go slower when I am goi

Fleas. Gross right? Nasty little things. This post, of course, isn't about fleas at all. I was devastated and panicked on Thursday night, to realize that Sophie (my 10 year old yorkie-chiuaua cross) had fleas. When you see the amount of fleas that I discovered on my dog, you instantly want to burn your whole house down. The worst part? I should have noticed long before I did. She had been scratching her hair out for about a week. You may be wondering how the hell someone can go that long without noticing their dog has a problem (as bad as fleas)...and honestly, I had to wonder that myself. I sat down in my sanctuary of solitude (the bathroom) with my head in my hands and thought "I can't handle this right now". Little did I know it was exactly what I needed to handle... Although I have been practicing moving more slowly through my life, I have come to recognize that it's only in certain broken down segregated sections and areas. I go slower when I am goi