The most surprising thing about today wasn’t that I had the day off, because I try to take mid-week off every week BUT that I woke up too exhausted to do everything that I planned.
Originally, I was going to get my car inspected, work on a few more writing prompts and then a visit a friend for the afternoon…
When I opened my eyes and immediately wanted to close them again (at 9:30), I knew that something wasn’t quite right. I was saddened to cancel plans but figured I had the day off so the time to recoup from whatever this was, was there.
It’s very hard for me to take a day off. Even when I am not working at my practice, I am running around doing one thing or another, and even at home I am working on more than one thing. As in, there isn’t much time space when I rest both my mind and my body…
It eventually catches up with me…today is a good example of that.
As hard as it was, I’ve made myself do very little. The couch has been my home base and from there I have either read, napped, watched something on Netflix or spent time writing…which still sounds like a lot when I read it back. Leaving out even the most minimal physical exertions has seemed to help, as I figure all the liquids have (I don’t have much of an appetite when I don’t feel 100%).
The day hasn’t been completely uneventful, however, as it has led me to realize (once again) that I am in control of how much I do in a day and I am the only one who can make me feel guilty for doing absolutely nothing on a planned day off. I have to chuckle at the body for, once again, proving that point to me.
And so I look at this achy/fatigued laden day as a gift and with it I have started my first TBR of January (choosing to get the non-fiction done first), journaled about the first couple of days of the New Year, drank tons of hot tea, rested under the big/comfy blanket and stumbled onto another Margaret Atwood TV adaptation called Alias Grace (soup seems like the perfect accompaniment to this show)…
I think my favorite part (other than my bestie dropping off provisions) is that all of the events of today lined up my TBR for February and I don’t even have to think about now…
We all need a TRUE day off…don’t wait on your body to teach you that lesson 😉
Welcome to the space On Wanderwood Lane that will hold not only something that doesn’t fall into another room but will also give a home to a big goal I have for the year…
If you held a microscope up to most of my days, this already happens in one form or the other but I felt I needed something more fine tuned…so here we are.
With today being the first day of a brand new year, I was hit with inspiration early on and began writing down the first things that came into my head.
The loudest and clearest was a theme song for the year. Music is like oxygen to me so narrowing it down happens in a different way than me just choosing one.
Fresh off of viewing The Greatest Showman (2017) it didn’t take long for Come Alive to be the song that spoke to me and said it wanted to be my theme for 2018. It proved to be monumental throughout the entire year and I can say I most definitely lived out those words.
I learned and felt so much from the entire soundtrack over 2018 that I was sure I had learned from it all that I needed to, until this morning that is.
For the 100th time, the lyrics to This Is Me rang in my ears.
“Wait, self, I know and believe all of this already, what’s going on here?” I impatiently asked my brain. The answer came in the form of honing into part of the lyrics that I had been glazing over…
“I’m not scared to be seen, I make no apologies, this is me”
“I know that I deserve your love, there’s nothing I’m not worthy of”
This song is an anthem to be sure and I have cried many tears feeling the lyrics in a very real way but while I have made great strides in living out the above, I am not where I can to be with it…unafraid to be seen in my entirety, feeling like something always needs to be changed to get me to the place where real love comes in…
It starts, as it ever does, with me. I can’t hear what others are saying sometimes because of the negative self talk and as far as I’ve come, I have a ways to go…
So…2019…this is me…
I shared this image earlier today with my friend Amanda and I thought she would be the only one, because she’s one of my biggest cheerleaders…and then when I was planning this post I knew, I was being afraid to be seen, again.
I hadn’t intended to come up with 19 things to carry out in 2019 but they showed up (and as I type this I realize I miscounted…SEE). A good amount of them are only important to me so I am not even sure where the fear to share came from but it HAS TO GO.
Here’s to year where we can all be a little bit more comfortable and unapologetic with ourselves!!
As you may have deduced by now, my fondness for loose leaf tea is at an all time high!
I am very excited to have a page on my blog devoted entirely to my venture of becoming the ultimate tea enthusiast.
While You Were Steeping will feature what’s in my cuppa on any given day as well as special items I might come across.
For example. I took advantage of the David’s Tea 24 days of Tea recently have loads of tea blends to share from that box, as well as a set of Holiday tea poppers from a friend.
The idea is not only to refine my palette so that I can find the best it out there, it is also to share these great tea companies with you in hopes that our support can keep them blending loose leaf for years to come.
The posts will be a short/sweet peek at my tea tasting experience, designed to help you decide if it’s something you would like to try.
All my fellow tea sippers will want to stay tuned to this page!!
I had to share the feature image again because I had a custom decal made to accompany my blog postings. I think it turned out great!
You can get one for yourself here:
For the past decade my life has been a collection of adventures, that’s the positive word for it, and through it I’ve developed a long list of interests.
Over the last several months I’ve been working on a journaling project that has served to fine tune those interests to the ones that I can’t regularly function without.
Written words are magical and they move me. Creating a space to place my own words has become just as important as reading and sharing the words of others. Add to that a fondness for documenting life, traveling, trying new things and copious amount of loose leaf tea, you will begin to get an idea of what you will find On Wanderwood Lane.
Though this post contains borrowed images, the highest goal of this blog is to bare witness to my above mentioned creative endeavors.
Think of it as a location, where if you are so inclined, you can pull up a chair and join the journey through a life aiming to be well lived, well documented and enjoyed to the fullest.
Thanks for visiting today! See you again soon!