By: Gabriela Yareliz
This hellish little week had to be over at some point, right? I hope you accomplished everything on your list (I am very much a list person; maybe you have another way you tackle your tasks).
It’s time for some self care. If you are a woman, then maybe this means making sure your eyebrows are done, your hair is clean, maybe paint your nails a luscious fall color– I don’t know. Do whatever you do that makes you relax, and spend some time in deep reflection. I spent 60% of the week feeling like I had gotten run over by a truck. I am being honest. I feel much better now.
What have we learned this week? What brought us down? What has a “to-be-continued” sign on it?
Whatever. It’s the weekend. Don’t think too much. Just unwind. Rest. Eat something hearty. Bask in some sunshine. Listen to a good story. Be human.
Xoxo.
“I am not a ‘human doing’ but a ‘human being.’ I matter simply because I was made in the image of the unmade maker, and I am loved by Love.”
Jon Foreman
“I’m tired of people romanticizing overexertion. Exhausted is not the new chic, coffee (though a delicious necessity) is not a food group, and running on fumes is not admirable. Why do we hold pedestals for sleepless nights, breakdowns, and inner turmoil? Are those really things to aspire to? Self-care. Balance. The ability to know when your body, mind, and spirit need to take a step back. Those are things we should admire. We have to stop blurring the line between ‘commitment’ and self-endangerment because too many people are burning out before they have a chance to truly shine.”
my opinion on the way we envision hard work and the way we should live life {runningmandz} (viakvtes)
“Re-create yourselves: and let this be your best creation.”
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
“…the thing with October is, I think, it somehow gets in your very blood. Unapologetically. Almost ruthlessly.”
Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters
The photo above reminds me of a place where pancakes are sold. Sunlight streams in; friendly people say hello to each other outside as they get out of their trucks; joy, sheer joy. And a hashbrown casserole, of course.
[Images from Tumblr]
GABRIELA YARELIZ 