Yo, I saw this Pin the other day (by the way, my Pinterest house is ahhmazing, you should see it) and it was all about the 25 ways to have a Self-Care Sunday. It looked nice; it really did. I would love to go to the beach and read a book while listening to the … Continue reading Self Care, Shmelf Care
I wasn’t ever actually diagnosed but I’m pretty sure it was a thing for me. Obsessive compulsive disorder. I was a parent’s dream. I had the cleanest room in (probably) the world. You could eat a meal off of my dresser and it would be cleaner than a restaurant table (no joke). I had this … Continue reading God Bless This Mess
I HATE yoga. I don't understand why people are breathing weird and it seems like these people are taking this way too serious. Those were my exact words about, mmmmm, 15 years ago? In my defense, I was just introduced to Bikrham yoga and I was 90 minutes in to the hottest, most intense yoga … Continue reading Go Back to Your Breath
I'm sitting on my patio. I am taking full advantage of the fact that my husband is putting the kids to bed and I get to...breathe. We bought this fancy, big egg shaped chair (but it is really more like a cocoon) and it is the perfect place to curl up and listen to the … Continue reading Choose Your Own Adventure
"You have a worried face" My friend and mentor said that to me the other day. I have a worried face. She's completely right and the evidence lives right between my eyes in a nice, getting deeper by the day, wrinkle. I have a worried face. How can you not? I mean, the world is … Continue reading #momXiety
I'm just climbing out of the wonderful exhaustion that is the dōTERRA Convention. I go every year. I soak it all in every year and I'm completely exhausted after it every year. The amount of information that is presented and the amount of energy that is flowing through that venue, fills me up to the … Continue reading 5 Simple Ways to Take Care of Yourself
I know you can relate. I am pretty sure that I have officially gone 6 years without sleep. I'm not even exaggerating either. I had insomnia with my first born so that means that for 9 months before she was born I did not sleep and things did not change after she was born. She … Continue reading Clouds in My Rasa, Clouds in My Rasa…
