Littleness. Little things. These are the moments that form us. The small, non-descript moments, the nuances that lead us to the next and the next and the next moment.
Here’s a topic. The little things, managing anxiety. Tackling the little things. Allowing those pesky voicemails or texts to pile up. Why do I put those off. I know it adds to my general internal clutter. Sooo, working on just doing it with the knowing that I feel SO much lighter on the the other side of those lingering communications.
And, get on that bike or do some squats. Preferably bike, followed my Zumba. Me and movement: a powerful duo. Love that and can at the same time easily forget the power of movement. And, yes, this is for the bod. Love a good sweat. But the brain needs a good sweat-fest too. I’m a much better version of myself when I’ve gotten movement. Everything is better.
Simmering life down to it’s core essentials. Relationships with people and beings I value and feeling purpose in life. And feeling empowered and rooted in my own being.
I’m so into minimizing presently. It feels SO deeply good to pare down my belongings and to be clear about what I want in my space. Not accepting everything that’s given to me. Not stepping into a thrift store as I drop off a load of things to donate. Knowing that the memories exist without the items. And, that items aren’t bad, but to allow myself to navigate sentimental items and to not feel this pressure to hold onto things because they are passed down or heirloom.
I want to maintain my voice in this blog. Write as if friends are reading this. Honestly, I’m inviting people to be my friend as they navigate my blog. I want this to be personal. Relatable is being personal, vulnerable. My biggest road block is going to be me (Road Blog, typo to Road Block. Could be a good blog title!) I have now and have for some time this, maybe imposters syndrome is the coined term, but this consistent thought of, “what do I have to offer to people that’s worth hearing, that’s unique?” Even in writing that I can feel by body slump and a sadness wring through me. That’s been a block for me with social media stuff, “why would people want to care what I’m up to?” What’s the point? Peacocking? Needing validation? Sharing just to share? Is it truly connective? Can it be for some and not others?
HSP. How I feel into this world with SO MANY FEELS. My actual sense of smell and taste are more acute than most. At least my husbands. I’ve gone through much of my lifetime feeling like I’m too much or odd or, yep, crazy. Honestly, truly, feeling like I’m this odd ball that doesn’t quite fit into pinball machine called Life.
This is great, Suz. These are topics that are true to myself and open to others coming along. I love you Susie.