I saw this on social media on New Year’s Day and it’s stayed with me, this notion, ever since.
Towards the end of December I kept getting the word LOVE popping into my head. Then I would see the word everywhere, and hear it too.
I was given the word COURAGE as my word of the year, but I also think I should embrace LOVE as another word of the year.
I should have the courage to love myself.
Even the tiniest action could mean the most to someone. It always pays to be kind ❤️
This is the last Monday Musing of 2019.
The coming year is a blank page, a whole 365 days for us all to live our best life ever.
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ONE AND ALL 🍾🥂🎉🎊🎈
Sometimes the best advice we can give is to simply enjoy the moment.
From my hearth to yours, I hope you have a very Merry Christmas, and if you don’t celebrate that particular holiday, I hope you have a lovely day whatever you are doing.
MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄🎁 🎅🏻
Today is the anniversary of my brother’s death.
Nine years ago he left us.
As shitty as I feel about it all, I have no choice but to accept that life goes on.
That time of year is coming around again – Christmas, Yule, the holidays, whatever you want to call it. It’s a really magical time of the year, but it’s also a very stressful time of the year for many of us too.
The pressure many of us feel to have everything just perfect, from the gifts to the food and drink, to making sure the entire family has an amazing day, these pressures leave us feeling stressed out and unable to see a way beyond the madness.
Making lists can really help here. Lists allow us to have each task laid out in black and white and once ticked off we can feel enormous pleasure in achieving something. It also allows us to break everything down into more manageable chunks and can take some of the pressure off.
And of course some things we just cannot control so just breathe and let go.
If you’re anything like me you’ll be fantastic at giving advice to others, solving their problems, and generally being the support they need.
But what about yourself?
Again, if you’re anything like me you won’t be so good at being that same caring person for yourself. For whatever reason we find it difficult to prioritise ourselves and often run on empty, which in turn is very detrimental to not only our health, but our emotional wellbeing also.
If all you can manage is five minutes a day, every day, then that’s a start. Five minutes turns into ten minutes, ten minutes turns into twenty minutes, and so on and so forth.
Make yourself a priority, you really do deserve it.
Worrying about stuff is a normal, human trait. I do it, probably more than I’d care to admit. We all do it to some degree. It can be useful in the short term, helping us problem solve among other things.
But too much worrying is bad for our mental wellbeing. It sucks the life out of us. It robs us of our lives. A useful tool I’ve been using a lot is to write down everything, no matter how trivial it seems, that is worrying me. Then I work through my list, prioritising important stuff and relegating trivial stuff to a piece of paper that I burn.
I agree, some things that worry us won’t leave us alone, but there are things that we worry about that drain us and rob us of our mental wellbeing. These are the worries we need to let go of.
One thing I’ve found hard on this journey called life, is not giving a damn about what other people think of me. There are days where I really couldn’t care less, their opinion of me isn’t my business, and there are days when I find myself crippled by anxiety over what someone has said, or allegedly said.
Why the hell do we do this to ourselves?
If we get caught up in what the haters think then we are giving them free reign over our lives. Live your life and forget about those who haven’t got anything positive to say to you, or about you. Leave them to their toxicity.
I’ve come to understand something lately, belief is power. I always knew that, but never fully embraced what it actually meant, until recently.
I’ve started believing in me. I believe I can do whatever I put my mind to. To me that’s the true beauty of faith, believing in your own power.
That’s not to say I don’t believe in a higher power, I do. Again, it’s taken me a long time to fully realise who I feel that higher power is.
Mother Earth. Mother Nature. I see her everywhere and I marvel at her beauty. I see her ravaged body and I feel her pain. I feel her softness as I walk barefoot in my garden. I watch her circle of life every year unfold before my very eyes.
She is beauty.
She is power.