Have you noticed that your life moves in cycles? For me, there are times when I’m spilling over with inspiration, and times when I can’t come up with a new idea to save my life.
There are times when I’m really consistent about doing my workouts—going to yoga or barre classes like clockwork—and then I’ll fall off the wagon and don’t go for weeks.
I love to cook! But I’ll go through phases where all I want to do is pick up something quick and easy for dinner.
At times when I’m not on my game, it usually means that my life is out of balance somewhere.
✨Sometimes it’s because I have an important situation that’s stealing all my attention.
✨Sometimes I’m stuck in a rut because I’m not allowing enough joy and fun into my life.
✨Or it could be that I’ve stretched myself too thin and am worn out.
Over the last several weeks, it’s been a combination of these (as you may have noticed if you’ve been reading my other posts 😉)
But whatever the reason, I try to be really attuned to when I’m out of balance. I’ll look to see what’s taking up too much energy, and what’s not getting enough. I then make adjustments as I’m able.
It’s SO important to be in touch with what we need. And even more so that we give that to ourselves. Meeting our needs gives us the stamina to keep doing what’s important, and to keep creating a life we love.
Where is your life out of balance at the moment? What do YOU need to get back on track?
Happy Sunday! ~Denise
#findbalance #whatyouneed #thefireflymoment
Honesty. Honesty is a hard subject to wrap your mind around. Most of the time it's a bad thing but sometimes it's a good thing. Sometimes you don't want to hurt anyone so you lie to conceal the truth. They are many types of lies but I think the worst is the friend lie. If you pretend to be someone's friend and you talk about them behind your back stop. The only thing it does is hurt someone and eventually you will be found out. Because an enemys dont lie about disliking someone. But a toxic friend is a person who dont value there friendship. Tell them the truth because that will make you a real friend. Just be honest....
#honest #handlettering #handletteringartist #art #artlinestix #artline #insparational #dontbealier #behonest
Take a load off #relax #siptea
and enjoy and silly little celebration.
Nothing sounds quite as relaxing as kicking back and relaxing with your #coldbrews
🍹 in a hammock and there's no better way to celebrate Hammock Day! (July 22nd)🍵 www.caribbean-cure.com🍃
#pure #natural #honest
Quick rant - I see so many people on buy and sell pages and their personal pages selling '30 day detox capsules' '3 day weightloss pills' 'juice diets' and the list could go on!
What is up with people wanting the quick, easy, cheap, ineffective way out?? Why do people not want to invest in themselves? Why do people want to take a tablet, not knowing how it's going to effect their bodies in a years time or 10 years time just to lose a couple of pounds??? Is this what our society is today? Essentially lazy? Not wanting to look after their bodies? Not wanting to put time, effort and dedication into building muscle and getting rid of fat for good! Please someone let me know!
If you workout in a fitness class or at home, I applaud you. If you have gone the extra mile to change up your eating habits on top of those workouts, that is amazing!
I honestly hope, in the future, these 'miracle pills' are illegal and banned. You are putting something into your body that is so unnatural.
Food for thought for a Sunday.
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NB!!!!!!!!!!! BE VERY VERY VERY VERY REAL and VULNERABLE WITH YOURSELF...IMMEDIATELY. IT OPENS UP A NEW WORLD AND DOORS. In a love and concern for the people around me, that I cannot explain, I ask you sincerely if you think it is coincidence that.. Person number A's whole soul comes alive when smelling certain smells and knowing exactly to the point which flavours would compliment each other..(WITHOUT TRAINING- ability is the natural seed..and training and developing is giving it water...PLEASE WATER WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN) and that this person gets life and a kick out of baking a killer bread, or constructing new combinations of taste and smell...this is an highly honourable service towards others whether you are told that or not..not everything you are told, even if it sounds convincing, is true... Person B, should arrange shapes and sizes and loves how things fit together for a bigger purpose..The list goes on..
Sure, even doing what you love could have it's difficulties.. But if you are in a position today, trying to be an accountant,for example, when actually you are hiding and neglecting a God-given ability..Be real with yourself, and take the responsability to develop the ability (you don't even know what you did to deserve)and follow your heart's desires... WHAT YOU HAVE INSIDE YOU BUT IS POTENTIALLY BEING CRUSHED BY TRYING TO PLEASE THOSE AROUND YOU OR TO ACCOMPLISH WHAT OTHER WANT YOU TO ACCOMPLISH, IS MEANT TO BLESS OTHER PEOPLE WITH..SO IF YOU LOVE MATH AND HAVE A SEED THAT YOU CHOSE TO WATER...PLEASE DOOO, BECAUSE SOMEONE ELSE MIGHT NEED THE TECHNOLOGY YOUR CALCULATIONS COULD PROVIDE.. No-one is just there at the top with anyting overnight.. There is glory in developing what you already have or chasing something that makes you alive and realise IT IS NOT IN A MILLION YEARS EVER JUST ABOUT SURVIVAL...OH NO MY FRIEND..LIVE THAT BEAUTIFUL LIFE IN THE THINGS THAT MAKE YOU SEE THE BEAUTY.. #motivation #talent #real #vulnerable #honest #truth #live #life #joy #peace #strenght #God #Jesus #guidance #knowlegde #seed #garden #love #enlightenment #knowing #wisdom #help #beautiful #heart #provision #risk #faith
Taking time to stop and smell the flowers. Hope you all are having a beautiful Sunday.
the rain inspires me. to cry when i need to cry, whether from laughter or sorrow. to know that storms are just as necessary as sunshine in order to grow. (our poor dry plants needed this !!) to be vulnerable. to be pure. to be our passionate selves.
we often get so lost in creating the perfect platforms on social media to make our lives look great that we lose sight of ourselves and forget to capture that greatness for what it truly is, breathing in the moments life offers us- the good and the bad.
i just posted a blog unlike anything i’ve shared thus far. it’s unedited, it’s raw, and it’s vulnerable. if you need a breath of fresh air, the link is in my bio. •••
p.s i did cat yoga today and my soul was touched by furry lovable beings with whiskers, featuring almond milk coffee with cinnamon.
And in a moment it all ended
We didn't even speak
It all ocurred in a flash of time
I just called ur name u turned and look at me it was the moment i wanna capture while leaving the world so dont cry dont be sad just hold my hand
and Say ur last goodbye
สวัสดีค่ะ วันนี้ทางร้าน ButterBatters ขอชี้แจงอีกที เรื่องที่กระทรวงสาธารณสุขประกาศให้มีการเลิกใช้ “กรดไขมันทรานส์” หรือ “Transfatty acids”
ButterBatters 💛 จึงแจ้งให้คุณลูกค้าทุกท่านทราบว่า ร้านของเราใช้วัตถุดิบคุณภาพสูงจากเนยแท้ และผลิตภัณฑ์จากนมวัว และทุกขั้นตอนเราควบคุมการผลิตเองทุกอย่าง จึงสามารถรับประกันได้เลยว่า ”ปราศจาก ไขมันทรานส์ 100%” และไม่เป็นอันตรายต่อสุขภาพแน่นอนค่ะ 👩🏻🍳💕🍪 #honest #transfatfree
the thing is to me ‘I love you’
is an action
not a feeling
not a spike of affection
not an apology
if you don’t show me I cannot believe you
it is not if you love, but how you love
But I don't like reading pretty sentences. I want to write them. I don't want to read beautiful poetry unless it inspires me to create beauty for myself. I once read that when we are drawn to things it is because a receptor for that thing already exists inside of us. So let the literature I read wake me up enough to speak.
I needed to write because I needed to unpack, my feelings were scrabbled up in my chest and I couldn't breathe. But I can now
“...I’m not sad, just tired
I’ve been running
and clawing to get back to where I was
before you closed your eyes forever
before everything was different
that night at 8.38pm the world started spinning
and i’m sorry and I hope you’ll excuse me but i’m very very tired of trying not to fall”
Insecurity for me feels a lot like a dark hand reaching into my chest stealing my words
like an eraser ridding of the poetry on my lips
like the smell of burnt or the taste of petrol
I can’t see through insecurity
it’s the distortion of perception
suddenly pebbles are caves and doubts are laws
my hands become culprits for the murder of art
and I become paralysed by the fear of prison persecuted by those who can.
Can move people into deep thought
or even just the labyrinth of their own emotions
I don’t like this box
it’s walls are cold and it’s floor harsh but fear locks the door and I am trapped inside.
It’s like wanderlust
but instead of the desire to be somewhere else or to travel
It’s the desire, the urge, the pull
to meet new people and learn all about their deepest fears, favourite foods, and what makes them tick ¿
what makes you tick?
Am I weaker if self expression is pivotal to my survival?
I can not breathe without words
I write myself out of insanity
Fear trips me over and encompasses my breathing
People look a lot like judges and audiences like courtrooms
Pain becomes substance consuming my bloodstream
choking my veins
gathering at my finger tips and begging to be released
Absorbed and taken over
I am a question mark curled over searching for an answer - the silencer of my fear
A dull orange.
This morning, that is tipping over into afternoon, I am hopeful
Past hurts still stain my heart in the form of fear
but I am hopeful nonetheless
Today, I believe truly and honestly, that things will be great
This is the colour of procrastination.
The way I put off cleaning my room, picking up the dropped items of clothing from the floor and making my bed,
I am putting off cleaning my mind.
I have emotions to sort through
or write through
it’ll also most likely involve tears a lot of tears
require a lot of sunshine
and dirty my journal
it’s scary because sometimes cleaning up just creates more mess
I am intrigued by the idea of a real me. I’m intrigued by the possibility of discovering a real me doesn’t exist, and perhaps the most ‘real’ we can all be is what we are today, reflections and adaptations of what we’ve seen in others. Maybe all creativity is, is knowing how to put together pieces of other people well enough to create a new message.
I have a bad relationship with my emotions
Life is hard
I know what I should do
but I am afraid to do it.
no no no no no no no
yes yes yes yes yes?
of which did I write more of?
I want to write myself a future
I’m not sure if I like myself
I feel so close, I’m so so scared.
As sheets crinkle as you lay upon them, the weight of guilt crushes me into what you need me to be
‘You're a fraud’
I hear that a lot
my mind tells me that a lot
an appreciation for authenticity has turned into a consuming fear of being fake
suddenly I have to prove my desires
my interests aren't real unless they are substantiated with evidence and witnesses
and proven beyond reasonable doubt not to be more than 50% influenced by pop culture
Being a self-diagnosed Liar is exhausting
not trusting yourself is exhausting.
not believing you are who you are is exhausting.
I should start believing me more often.
If this face doesn’t make your day idk what will! Loving his little personality #9weeksold
I don't want to talk to the emptiness of a Saturday morning
It's cold breath makes the death inside of me feel at home
I want to buy postcards, of different countries and different cities so I can take them on the train with me and dream I'm in a place far from myself.
I sit and imagine a world where i am removed from my mind and the darkness that parks itself on my nights
I imagine falling asleep happy
heartbeat slowed and eyes dry, gratitude replacing guilt
I imagine not being sad.
The trembling of my knees accompany the sprint of my heartbeat to create the melody that my words cannot
Fear takes away my voice
sweat softens the texture of my palms and I begin to hide
I hide behind the curtain of my inconsistencies and inabilities, and the fear that punctuates my every breath
choking the flow of my lungs bringing me a rest that makes me uneasy
the loss of life doesn't scare me like it should.
This is to be raw and open
a series of bloody thoughts splattered along an open blog.
Or a closed blog?
depending on how brave I feel.
Vulnerability and passion
that’s what I want this to be about