Isn't everything I need to live a happy, joyous, loving life already here, in my mind, waiting for my attraction to it?
Usually something sways in me as I watch the sky and observe the trees. Swaying calm, thoughtful. But today, nothing. The sparkle in my eyes is lost today. There's no motivation to get it back either. But Your mood, your presence effects your world. You are the creator of your experiences. I have a list of quick fixes for this situation, and I'm going to write about these.
CRANBERRIES love em or hate em, they do some real good stuff. So here's a yum smoothie I made earlier, filled with vitamin C, metabolism speeding and skin clearing properties for summer.
I would save things for special occasions and not wear some things because they might get dirty. It took me a while to realise every day is a special occasion. I might be dead tomorrow. So I'm dressing in what I feel like dressing in and what I feel good dressing in.
You are worth this fight, the person at the end of this is worth this fight. Feel the emotions swirling around inside, listen to them, read between the lines. What do they mean? What do you need, really?
Sometimes my hair just lacks a little shine, it gets a little dull. And who can blame it? The sun hardly comes out in winter, and when it does my hair is all stuffed under a hat. But this mask works. It really lightened, brightened and put a glorious shine in my hair.
And there she sat, pensive and wistful, relaxed. Her obligations had blown away in the breeze. I admired her like this, the way in which she could attract only the attention of those curious about her mechanics and her world. She held a sadness, a deep sorrow as though she absorbed it all from the separate worlds of others.
Self-love and self-care are unbelievably important. And yes, there is a difference. But first, let me just clarify some things: It is not selfish of you to look after yourself and it is not egotistical to love who you are and what you look like.
It was hot. Condensation gathered on the windows of the metro train as people piled in and then pushed out again. I stared at everything. Some people stood so close to the doors that they opened millimetres from their face, then strode out, filled with hidden purpose. Everyone else did the same thing; they held the poles or sat down, swaying with the train. Automatic. They would take out books and huge newspapers in the smallest spaces. Some talked, but not many, this was “morning rush-hour, not a night out”. They were all a part of this big system, some looked down at me and I knew. I wasn’t part of the train.
I hope this inspires you to mess around and be creative with something, if so I want to know! I have so much fun messing about wherever my instinct takes me. Remember, it doesn't need to look 'good', it doesn't need to do anything.