So this weekend I visited my mom in northern VA. I haven’t visited her since November, which is crazy. She’s been to see me a couple times and we’ve seen each other in Colorado, but I think this has been the longest it’s been since I’ve visited her. It was a much needed weekend…a girl can never have too much time with her momma.
But needless to say, I over-indulged…quite a bit. I had (a whole lot of) sangria, gluten free pizza from domino’s, gluten and egg free oatmeal and chocolate chip cookies (which were flippin’ amazing, I might add!!), and 3.5 Justin’s dark chocolate and peanut butter cup packs (thanks Ben). I had other healthy eats in between, but my sugar intake was incredibly high this weekend.
And boy, could I tell. My energy levels have been pretty low and I’m just plain exhausted. I’ve also had a pretty bad headache all day. But I needed this weekend. Big time. I enjoyed every last thing that I ate, and I enjoyed the time spent with my momma. I needed the advice and love and support that she always gives me.
Let’s see…here’s a quick recap of my weekend. I ate (a lot), I drank (more than I normally do), I talked (about everything), I questioned (my life decisions among other things), I laughed, I cried, I doubted myself, but in the end, I realized a whole lot about myself and my life. It’s not often we get weekends away from our normal lives where we can reflect on our lives and have the opportunity to change our perspective.
I’ll be the first to admit I had a rough day yesterday. I’ve been sad about my recent break-up and the changes in my life. I keep questioning how I got here…how we got here. But there were so many things that led us down the path where we are now. And I realized this weekend that I’m okay with that.
I won’t go into any personal details, because it wouldn’t be fair to me or him, but let’s just say that he is not the person I thought he was. And I’m sure he’d say the same about me. We were very different people and rushed into our relationship very quickly, despite the warnings and the words of wisdom we received from friends and family. We thought we knew best. We thought it was forever.
I also realized that I have a really bad habit of not trusting myself or listening to my intuition. And I keep getting myself into these same situations…I was asking myself why and how this weekend. But you know what? I haven’t learned anything from my past mistakes…no, not mistakes…my past lessons. Every situation is a lesson that is supposed to teach us something. And in life, when you keep repeating the same lessons, it means you aren’t learning from them.
So my goal from this lesson is to learn to listen to and trust my intuition. I don’t have to know why or what the answer is, but if something doesn’t feel right and my gut is telling me that, I NEED to start listening to it! I always argue with myself and talk myself out of feeling whatever it is I’m feeling instead of listening to it. I did it in this situation too. And all it did was cause problems, which led us to where we are now.
I found this picture awhile ago…it’s so accurate. We may not know why or how we know, but there’s something deep within us that just knows. Learn to listen to it…to trust it….to follow your instincts. Because that’s what I’m going to do.
What are your tried and true methods of listening to and trusting your instincts? I’d love to hear about them in the comments.
Also, because how could I forget, but Happy Easter!! I went to church with my momma this morning…here’s a before church selfie :)
I hope you all had a beautiful weekend and enjoyed time with friends and family.
With love and wellness,
So our house had a little mishap today. My boyfriend’s 5-year old daughter was playing with the husky, Eli, with a massive rope toy. She was swinging it around, hitting the coffee table and sofa. I asked/told her twice to stop and get away from the furniture. Both times, she moved away from the couch, but after the second time, I walked back into the kitchen and the next thing I heard was a loud crash. I immediately knew what it was based on the sound. I walked around the corner and the tree was on the ground. I immediately knew some of the ornaments had been broken. See, this year, we used my small 4.5′ fake tree because we were in the process of moving (Scott and I moved in together) and knew we wouldn’t have time for anything else. On that note, we also only used my ornaments because we knew exactly where they were and wouldn’t have to get anything else from the attic.
I have to admit, I was devastated cleaning up the mess. My heart was broken as we picked up the tree and all the little pieces of the broken ornaments. I have LOTS of pug ornaments that I’ve accumulated over the years (thanks mom and Court). I wanted to cry. But I realized as we were cleaning up, me and Scott and his two sons, that this mess…this disaster, had brought all of us together to work together to clean up. Scott and his oldest son helped find pieces of the ornaments and glue them back together. In all, we actually only lost one ornament that had shattered into several pieces. The ones we glued back together, while they may have a little part missing from here and there, are still usable. It actually turned into a fun afternoon putting everything away and figuring out what pieces went to which ornaments.
But in going through this, I realized how much I have grown up (yes, it’s taken me a long time to realize that, LOL). In the past, I would have been so angry and upset and crying and been very ugly about the whole situation. In fact, I think Scott was more upset about it because he knew how much my ornaments meant to me (they all have some sentimental value of some sort…I have lots of them with my pugs’ names on them…luckily, none of those broke). I told him, “It’s fine, sweetheart. The tree is fine and the ornaments are just things. She’s not hurt and the dog’s not hurt and nothing is seriously damaged. It’s okay.” And I really meant it.
I don’t know why I felt the need to share this with you all, but it’s part of my 2015 resolutions. I want to focus more on the positives in my life and stop complaining so much. I have so much to be thankful and grateful for. I could’ve been angry and upset and made the situation so much worse. Scott’s daughter was crying and I walked up to her and told her that it upset me that she knocked the tree down, but that I was glad she was okay. I wiped her eyes and helped her blow her nose and got her something to drink. I calmed her down and in the end, she came over and helped us put the ornaments away. And that, all of us, working and laughing together, is what I’m so grateful for. It made it all worth it.
Bad things happen…mistakes happen. That’s life. But it’s how you handle it that really makes you who you are. Focus on the good things that come out of those mistakes and you will be much happier. And on the plus side, our Christmas decorations are down and we can get them stored in the attic :) One less project for this weekend.
I hope you all have an amazing weekend and focus on all the positives in your life! Write down one to two things a day that you are grateful for and you’ll start to see a positive shift in your attitude and your life.
With love and wellness,