2016 brought many changes good and bad, but that’s all we’re going to say about it.
In other news, 2017 is my year of decluttering and focus. I may be doing this ass backwards, but sometimes that’s just how I like to do things. Recently, I scheduled an appointment to look at a possible wedding venue next month. Then, a week after the fact, I’m attending a bridal expo. I know what you want to ask me. No, I don’t have a date set and no, I did not make a guest list. So don’t ask me if you are attending.
For the record, because I’m sure I’ll end up sounding like a broken one if I don’t say this now…I’m not inviting the whole goddamn world and their mothers to my wedding. As I have said once before, not everyone deserves a seat at the table in your life and as of right now, mine is full.
2017 is the year of declutter. The year of acceptance and the time to take a breath of much needed fresh air. (I started by dusting and decluttering my room today. Hooray adulting!)
My body is so familiar to the feeling of stress that nearly every part of me shut itself down in some way for the past two months. I’m done trying to keep up with others when I just don’t have it in me. I’m doing this for my mental health as well as my physical.
2017 is the time to focus on me…and the future hubs. Meanwhile, I got my bulletproof vest on for the bullshit that comes my way.
My mind decides to write a blog. So instead of jumping up at 3:30 in the morning to write in my journal I saved my thoughts for this particular post.
Have you ever had such a busy or stressful day that the feeling doesn’t hit you until your head hits the pillow? Well that happened to me last night. As I sunk into my mattress and began to breathe my way into REM sleep, my chest ached with every breath. I recalled the events that occurred earlier in the day and they weren’t worth thinking twice about.
It was Memorial Day. In honor of those who fought for our country I put in my eight hours at work. After work I went to the grocery store and picked up some extra burgers, potato salad and some chips. Then I went home and did some arm lifts that involved lifting the beer to my face. I ate dinner, topped the evening off with some Oberweis ice cream, painted my nails and called it a night. Stressful right…? No.
Being the curious person I am I looked into what that sinking feeling means. The answer is as obvious as it seems. You’re releasing anxiety and tension that you held during the day that your body probably didn’t even realize was there. This doesn’t happen every night, but when it does, relax. Light a candle. Put on some music that soothes you, sniff some eucalyptus or do a downward dog in the middle of your bedroom.
I once read, “The greatest weapon against stress is the ability to choose one thought over another.”