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Confessions Of A Woman In Isolation – Part Deux

I barely recall what it feels like to really focus on one thing for more than ten minutes at a time. 

I’ve been experiencing endless waves of emotions. Ups and downs shifting one day to the next. Minute to minute. I realize my job is to ride those waves the best I can – the goal of which is not to remain above water but to love myself when I’m drowning. 

I realize how much of my identity and purpose have been mistakenly buried in my job and my busy-ness.

Life was sweeter with fur babies around.

I can find a million excuses to not exercise now that I have more time than ever to exercise.

Nowadays “fancy” to me = jeans and a bra. 

Marie Kondo was really on to something.

I miss exchanging smiles with the cashier at my local grocery store. 

Now that I have so much time on my hands, I’ve been able to finally catch avocados at their peak level of ripeness. All ten minutes of it.

There’s only so much baked chicken one can eat.

I’m not the same person without daily yoga and meditation even though my mind and body will often try to convince me it’s ok to skip them. 

It’s been almost two months now and it hit me the other day that things have changed in ways that make me really sad to exchange a “I can’t wait to hang out with you” text with a friend. Because I know how much things will have to change when we finally do. 

I’ve relied too much on what people think of me. 

I get from my body and mind what I put into them.

I feel like I’ve cooked more in the last two months than I have in my entire life. Take that sentence, replace “cooked” with “washed dishes” and the same applies. Replace “cooked” with “watched Netflix” – ditto. 

Self-love is more often than not a practice of being aware of my unconscious tendencies. 

Chronic stress changes your brain.

I scrolled through my MasterCard charges over the past 4 months the other day. Somehow a $5.75 latte no longer seems logical to me. And I realize retail therapy really wasn’t that therapeutic at all.

I refuse to skimp on the things that make my body, mind and spirit happy.

I miss coffee but I’d trade coffee for deep sleep any day.

I miss hugs.

2 Comments

  • Corinne K.
    May 14, 2020 at 1:11 pm

    Thank you for always reading <3 <3

  • claire
    May 13, 2020 at 11:34 pm

    I love the way you write 🙂 Thanks for sharing ❤️

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