Barefoot Bellringing

The past few weeks have been horrible.  I’ve felt pulled in too many directions, unable to speak of my exhaustion and find the word “no”.  It’s all come crashing down, with overwhelming fatigue, loss of joy and the inability to find joy in anything.

Recognizing that something was wrong, I started examining my life.  My diet has been horrible as of late.  I’ve not been drinking as much water as I should.  I’ve not been doing yoga.  I’ve not even been breathing properly…it’s only recently that I’ve learned there’s a right and wrong way to breathe.  I’ve been filling myself with artificial sweeteners, processed convenience food and empty calories.  And it needs to stop.

I’ve stopped expressing myself, writing in a journal.

I’ve stopped doing things for me.

I’ve stopped living…and now it’s time to start again.

I’ve found a lovely water bottle that is fun, funky and functional.  I carry it with me most all of the time and I drink 8 cups of water a day.

I’m going to buy a new journal and write in it, most every day.

I’m going to slow down and prioritize and put myself back on the damn list…towards the top.

I’m going to spend time every day outside, whether walking, breathing or simply being.

I’m going to be healthy again.

I’m going to be me again.

I’m excited.