This afternoon, my friend Chelsea and I went to Cherokee Street to check out Flowers and Weeds. I own more plants than I need to, thirty one to be exact, but that doesn’t stop me from exploring new plant shops.
Let me preface this by saying sometimes I have a tendency of focusing on the bad and not uplifting the good. When I reread my last post, which was sort of a good riddance to 2016, I felt like it was so negative. Yes, 2016 was complete trash and I’m glad to see it go but some good things happened too!
I kept pulling out my phone, pressing the home button then quickly tossing the phone back in my bag.
“What are you checking for?”
“Nothing, I’m just checking the time.”
My mom didn’t press the issue or anything; though she did glance at the watch on my wrist.
“Ok if you say so.”
This is what 2016 felt like to me. Always checking and always hoping for something that just didn’t happen or wasn’t meant to be. My self esteem took a beating, I lost my mind and also lost some friends who probably didn’t deserve my friendship in the first place.
I feel like I’ve done so much waiting and took so many L’s that 2017 has to bring about good things. I’m not going to be too pushy about it though. I don’t want 2017 to kick my ass like its predecessor so here’s to hoping that 2017 is gentle with me. A girl can only take so much.
*disclaimer: 2016 wasn’t all bad. I got my big girl promotion, I got rid of some baggage, made a great new friend and learned so much about myself. I even got to spend the holidays with my family for the first time in years. I felt low a lot of 2016 but it makes me think of this quote I saw somewhere:
“Sometimes we fall down because there is something down there that we’re supposed to find.”
I hope 2016 taught you guys something and I wish nothing but progress for the new year!
This was the year I lost myself. The year I picked up a pen and left it all on paper. The year I cried until the tears dried up. The year I smiled a little harder at strangers. The year I found comfort in the unknown. The year I unpacked all the hurt and sent it away. The year my heart slowed down to a reasonable pace. The year I sat in my sadness. The year that felt like war. The year I was surrounded by love. The year I blossomed into a woman that will not settle. The year I was found. It’s all here. Two thousand sixteen wasn’t always good to me but boy did she teach me so many lessons.
It’s been a little quiet around here lately and for that I do apologize. I’m simply having a bit of time management issues juggling self care, my big girl job and running a blog. As soon as I begin to think “yes! I finally got this adulting thing down,” the universe hits me with a curve ball and throws my whole agenda off. I’m still here though.
The other night I was on tumblr and I saw a post that made me really start thinking. I can’t remember the exact wording of it, but it addressed body image. It went something like, “Imagine being born into a body and just liking that body; feeling at home inside of it. Feeling like it’s yours. People like that exist. What is that like?”
Gyms are intimidating but I finally did it. After months of going back and forth, I cracked down and purchased a gym membership. I signed the dotted line on my contract and began mentally listing my fitness goals; Toned arms, legs of steel and a butt to die for. But behind the excitement was a little voice of doubt.
“Do I know what I’m doing?”
“Am I going to stick to this?”
“Will I see results?”
My aunt is one of my favorite people to vent to. She allows me to complain, comforts me, but also reminds me that things can be a lot worse. She would say, “Manta, The universe is trying to teach you something. Be grateful and listen to it.”
Most people who know me offline are very aware of my obsession with house plants. I mean, it’s bad ya’ll. I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things but ended up leaving with two new plant friends. (and without the very thing I stopped at the grocery store for.) However, I didn’t always have a “green thumb.”
I often go through phases with things and hobbies. I’m obsessed with something one week and the next week I’ll be onto a new interest, only to come back to what I loved originally another week later. Some call it fickle. I call it exploring all my passions. At the end of the day, when I love something, you will never hear the end of it. Here’s three things that I’m loving and can’t stop talking about.