THIS WEEK’S VIBE: Uncertain but trying to stay open

This week I’ve been thinking a lot about what happens to us — to the way we love people — when life feels shaky. When things are unpredictable and we don’t quite know what’s coming next, a lot of us go quiet. We pull back from the people closest to us without even fully realizing we’re doing it. I wrote about it this week and honestly it was one of the more vulnerable things I’ve put out. More on that below.

WHAT I’VE BEEN CONSUMING

I’ve been rewatching season 3 of Insecure, if you wanna know how my life is currently…

The Oscars are still being talked about and honestly some of those fashion moments deserved more attention than they got.

Music this week has been whatever makes me feel less inside my own head. Highly recommend that as a strategy.

FROM THE CORNER THIS WEEK

My new piece is called “When Life Feels Unstable, Love Is the First Thing I Let Go Of” — it’s about how uncertainty doesn’t just affect your finances or your routine. It affects how present you are with the people you love. Whether you recognize yourself in it or know someone who does, I think this one will hit. Go read it and leave a comment — I genuinely want to have this conversation with you all.

THOUGHT TO CARRY INTO THE WEEK:

You don’t have to have it all together to be worth loving. And you don’t have to have it all together to love well either.

SUNDAY IS FOR REST

Sunday is for rest and restore — but for some of us, this is the day we work, run errands, clean the whole house, do load after load of laundry. We sometimes forget that Sunday is actually the beginning of a new week. A chance to prepare, reset, and make any changes we need to make it better than the week before.

So your homework this month — every Sunday — is simple: take time out for yourself and just be. Not scrolling. Not cleaning. Not planning. Just be.

At the end of this newsletter you’ll find a Sunday Reflection Sheet — for paid subscribers — to help you do exactly that. 🖤

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— Chanel

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We hear this saying all the time: “Your coworkers are not your friends.” It’s a statement that holds some truth, but it’s also one that deserves a little more thought than people usually give it.

There’s no secret—I’ve worked plenty of jobs and been around a lot of different people. Through all those environments, one thing about me stayed the same: my quiet and observant nature. Being that way taught me something important about how people interact at work. When you’re more reserved, you naturally control what parts of yourself people get access to. You let people know what you want them to know, and nothing more.

Over time, I realized that this created a boundary without me even trying. People “knew” me, but only on a surface level. And honestly, that wasn’t a bad thing.

Workplaces are interesting because they mix professionalism with forced proximity. You spend hours every day with people you didn’t necessarily choose to be around. Naturally, conversations start happening. You learn small details about each other’s lives, maybe share a laugh during a long shift, or vent about a stressful day. Those moments can make it feel like real friendship is forming.

But the reality is that work relationships exist in a different ecosystem.

The same person you joke with in the break room might also be competing for the same promotion. The person you trust with a personal story might accidentally repeat it in a conversation that wasn’t meant to include you. Not always out of malice—but because workplace dynamics are complicated.

That’s why the saying exists in the first place.

However, the mistake people make is treating it as an absolute rule. Saying coworkers can’t ever become friends ignores the fact that many genuine friendships do start at work. Some people meet lifelong friends—or even their partners—through their jobs.

The real lesson isn’t that coworkers can’t be friends.

The real lesson is understanding boundaries.

There’s a difference between being friendly and being fully open. Being respectful, supportive, and even caring about the people you work with doesn’t mean you have to give them full access to your personal world.

And that’s something I learned simply by being observant.

You start to see how people move. Who talks too much. Who repeats conversations. Who only shows up when they need something. Who stays consistent whether the room is full or empty.

When you pay attention long enough, you realize that not everyone deserves the same level of access to you.

That’s where the balance comes in.

You can laugh with coworkers. You can support them, collaborate with them, and even enjoy their company. But at the same time, it’s okay to maintain a level of separation that protects your peace and your professionalism.

For me, being quiet helped build that balance naturally. It allowed me to observe more than I revealed, and because of that I learned something valuable: privacy is power.

The less people know about you in environments where perception matters, the more control you have over your narrative.

So yes, coworkers aren’t automatically your friends.

But they also don’t have to be strangers.

They can simply be people you share a space with—people you respect, people you work with, and sometimes people you genuinely enjoy being around. The key is knowing the difference between connection and access.

And once you understand that difference, navigating the workplace becomes a lot easier.

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Not because I’m lazy. Not because I don’t like people. But because I’ve already lived the office, in all its forms, enough times to know what it asks—and what it costs.

Each job left its mark in a different way. At the law firm, every email, every hallway conversation, every subtle glance felt like a test. Ambition often looked less like skill than endurance in a gray suit. Working as a PR executive assistant taught me how exhausting it can be to perform constantly, to speak before thinking, to make optics matter more than output. At the front desk, I watched people at their most unguarded and performative. Retail and fast food taught me humility and repetition, the quiet work of being seen and unseen at the same time. Being an EA for upper management meant being close to power without ever really inhabiting it; being needed but invisible is its own strange lesson. And non-profits showed me how passion often masks chaos, and how good intentions don’t erase the grind, all while doing it with less pay….

What I’ve learned from these lives is that work is rarely just about the tasks you do. It’s about the energy it demands, the way it shapes who you are while you’re doing it, and the subtle performances it asks for that often go unnoticed. Every environment had its own rules, but the costs were consistent: visibility, adaptation, and emotional labor. Work asks more than it gives, and the office, for all its rituals, asks you to show up in a very particular way, every day.

When I was asked to return to an office, I realized I could see the cycle before it started. The small performances. The invisible hierarchy. The energy drained simply by existing in a space that measures dedication by presence more than output. I didn’t want to go back, not because I’m afraid of work, but because I’ve already done enough offices to know what it asks of me—and I want to spend my energy differently now. Remote work isn’t just convenience; it’s self-preservation, perspective, and a quiet way to step out of a performance I’ve already lived fifteen times.

Work today feels like a theater. Visibility is rewarded more than substance, energy is spent proving dedication rather than creating impact, and the office, with all its rituals and routines, is the stage. Choosing not to return isn’t rebellion—it’s self-knowledge. It’s understanding the patterns, recognizing what matters, and making a conscious choice about which cycles to repeat.

I’ve lived fifteen lives to understand what work asks of us, and I’m choosing the sixteenth carefully. Not because I hate the office, but because I know what it costs me—and what I don’t want to repeat. The office isn’t where work happens anymore. At least, not for me.

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Last year taught me something I couldn’t have learned any other way: I can survive almost anything. I can keep going when the ground shifts. I can adapt, manage, and hold myself together even when no one else is doing it for me.

But survival is not the same thing as care.

As this new year begins, I’m not interested in proving how strong I am anymore. I’m interested in how gently I can live. Emotionally. Mentally. Quietly.

Taking care of myself now looks less like effort and more like restraint. I don’t chase clarity. I don’t interrogate silence. I take things at face value, and I let that be enough information. If something is meant for me, it won’t require contortion.

This is new for me.

For a long time, I believed care meant anticipation—staying one step ahead of disappointment, smoothing things over before they broke, helping before anyone had to ask. It made me reliable. It made me needed. It also made me tired in a way sleep didn’t fix.

So I’m practicing something different.

I let people show me who they are, instead of translating them into who I hope they might be. I don’t fill in gaps with optimism. I don’t take responsibility for things that were never handed to me. What arrives clearly, I receive. What doesn’t, I let pass.

There is a quiet power in that.

Emotionally, I’m choosing steadiness over intensity. I don’t romanticize potential. I don’t read meaning into inconsistency. Peace, I’ve learned, is not boring—it’s regulated. It’s what happens when your nervous system finally believes it’s safe.

Mentally, I’m kinder with myself than I used to be. I don’t narrate my life as a problem to solve. I don’t measure progress by how much I endure. Rest counts. Ease counts. Enjoyment counts.

And when it comes to love, I’m no longer auditioning. I’m no longer over-functioning in hopes of being chosen. I’m letting things unfold without forcing them into coherence. Whatever is for me will meet me where I am—not where I exhaust myself trying to be.

This isn’t withdrawal. It’s alignment.

I still care deeply. I’m just not leading with care at my own expense. I’m allowing myself to be helped, supported, and surprised. I’m letting life approach me instead of always reaching first.

This year isn’t about becoming someone new.
It’s about honoring who I already am—without asking her to carry everything alone.

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I mean men who, at this point in time, have more life than I do.

More people to call.
More history that didn’t disappear overnight.
More proof that when something breaks, something else might still hold.

My mother passed away when I was 22. My father is alive, but not in my life—I chose no contact. I have a cousin who feels like a brother, but he doesn’t live in the same city. What I have now, I built deliberately and carefully, like furniture assembled without instructions. It stands. But it’s light. And sometimes, when the wind picks up, I feel it.

So when I say I like men who have more than me, what I’m really saying is:
I’m drawn to people who are already standing inside a structure.

Not a perfect one. Just one that exists.

There’s a quiet exhaustion that comes from being your own emergency contact. From knowing that if something goes wrong, there isn’t a default parent, sibling, or family home to fall back into. You learn competence early. You learn independence quickly. You learn how to keep moving even when no one is clapping.

But competence is not the same as being held.

Men who “have more” often don’t even realize it. They talk casually about Sunday dinners, about parents who annoy them but show up, about childhood friends who know their old nicknames. They complain about things I would never complain about, and sometimes I envy them in a way that isn’t sharp, just tired.

Being around them feels like stepping into a room that’s already warm.

This preference gets misread a lot. People hear it and think I want to be taken care of, or absorbed, or relieved of responsibility. The truth is almost the opposite. I’ve been responsible for a long time. I know how to survive. What I want is not rescue—it’s orientation.

I don’t want someone to replace what I lost. I want someone whose life reminds me that continuity is possible.

There is also risk in this, and I know that. When one person has more roots, more people, more inherited stability, the imbalance can quietly grow. Admiration can turn into silence. Gratitude can turn into shrinking. I’m careful of that line. I watch myself around it.

But wanting a partner who has more doesn’t mean I want to disappear into their life. It means I want to build alongsidesomeone who already knows how things are built.

I chose family in the ways available to me. I chose honesty over pretending I didn’t need anyone. I chose to keep going even when my map was gone. That choice shaped me—but it also left me wanting softness, context, and shared ground.

So yes, I like men who have more than me in life.
Not because I have less value.
But because I’ve had enough loss to know that having is not guaranteed, and neither is wanting.

And because sometimes love looks less like equal weight, and more like being allowed to rest—without falling through the floor.

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Why do some of us feel the need to be validated? To constantly prove ourselves?

Maybe it starts with family—the pressure to be “better than” the ones who came before us. To be the sibling that sets the standard. Or maybe it’s in our friendships, where we’re expected to always be the one with the advice, the guidance, the listening ear.

But then I think about the people who live outside of that cycle. The ones who say, “Fuck that. This is my life. I’m going to do what makes me happy.”

They’re not chasing the role of role model. They’re not asking to be anyone’s inspiration. They don’t live for your approval or opinion—they live for themselves.

And honestly, I admire that.

I’ve been on the receiving end of validation-seeking—especially with a past co-worker who always seemed to need to prove a point. Honestly, it came off as pretty pathetic (at least to me). Like… dude, I really don’t care, and why would it even matter to me? What I realized is that sometimes people are chasing that “ah-ha” moment or that “I’m better than you” energy. But in hindsight, it doesn’t make them look powerful—it makes them look insecure.

And that got me thinking—why do so many people move through life trying to prove themselves to others who honestly aren’t even paying that much attention?

(Good luck to that co-worker, by the way.)

The bigger question is this: are you trying to make yourself look good, or are you trying to make someone else feel bad for not having what you do?

Because if it’s the latter, that’s not confidence—that’s insecurity dressed up as validation.

I don’t need validation, but I will happily accept your support. 💌 If you enjoyed this, hit subscribe, share it with a friend, or consider becoming a paid supporter to keep this work alive.

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Hi Readers,

I know this post is different from the rest, but I wanted to be honest and transparent about what’s currently going on in my life.

I was recently laid off from my job. It’s been three weeks, and I’m still trying to grasp what it means to not have a job or a primary source of income.

Honestly, I’m scared, nervous, and unsure of what’s next. But I remember that at the beginning of this year, I asked the universe for something new. I wanted to start over.

I turned 30 this year and celebrated my milestone birthday surrounded by love and warmth from the people around me. Yet, I had to return to a job I didn’t enjoy and an environment that didn’t feel right. I’ve always been grateful for everything in my life, and one of those things was having a job with steady income. I know how rough the economy and job market are right now… but here I am — unemployed, but hopeful.

I now have the time and space to start over. Maybe this isn’t the “new beginning” I had in mind, but it’s what I asked for. And one thing’s for sure: the universe has a way of pushing me to where I need to be and encouraging me to take risks. I had grown too comfortable in an environment I had outgrown — emotionally and mentally, I’ve matured into someone new.

Yes, I’m still scared and nervous. The little girl inside me wants to feel safe, secure, and know exactly what’s next. But honestly, I don’t know what’s next. What I do know is that I’ll be okay. And most importantly, I’m no longer on anyone else’s schedule or overworking myself until I have nothing left to give.

I’m going to take this time to care for myself (whatever that looks like — right now, it means lots of rest!), to write more, to create more, to be in the sun more, to move more slowly, and to bring my nervous system back to a calm state. I’ll be fine. I’ll bounce back and find my rhythm again.

But right now, I’m finding calm in the chaos.

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Someone telling you “Rejection is God’s protection” is kind of gaslighting when you or someone you know has been rejected an insane number of times…It’s time to look within.

For a long time, I believed that I had to chase after opportunities, relationships, or validation in order to feel fulfilled. It felt like I was constantly running, looking for something that might just slip through my fingers. But, as I reflect on my journey, I’ve come to realize that constantly striving to put myself out there was only leading me to a cycle of disappointments, rejection, and burnout.

The key to my new approach is simple: self-awareness and the power of free will. I’m learning to make choices that align with who I am, rather than reacting to external forces or expectations. The idea of letting things come to me might seem passive, but in truth, it's about creating space for my own happiness without the pressure of forcing things to happen.

When I started to turn inward, I began to recognize how much power I have over my own feelings and actions. Instead of seeking external sources of joy, I started cultivating it within myself. Whether it's through small acts of self-care, focusing on my hobbies, or simply embracing my own solitude, I've realized that I don’t need to rely on others or situations to validate my worth.

This inward focus has allowed me to heal, to be comfortable with who I am, and to trust that when the time is right, the things I want—whether they’re career-related or personal—will naturally come into my life. The more I let go of trying to control the outcomes, the more I've noticed opportunities appear without the need for relentless effort.

At the same time, I’ve come to understand that free will plays an essential role in shaping my journey. While I might not be chasing after things or putting myself in situations of rejection, I still have the power to make choices that align with my personal growth. Whether it’s choosing how to spend my time, where I invest my energy, or whom I allow into my life, my free will is the compass that guides me through it all.

Rather than viewing free will as a tool for manipulation or forcing things into my life, I see it as a tool for intentional living. I get to decide the course of my own path, but that doesn’t mean I need to force anything to happen. The more I respect the natural flow of life, the more I'm realizing that the universe often delivers what I need, often in unexpected ways.

This is perhaps the most challenging yet liberating part of my journey—learning to let go of the need to chase, pursue, and control. It’s not about waiting idly for things to happen but rather allowing space for things to unfold as they are meant to. This doesn’t mean I stop trying or setting goals; it simply means I trust the process more and stop forcing things that don’t feel right.

By not actively seeking out rejection, you’ve given yourself permission to rest and wait. In this stillness, I've noticed how much beauty there is in what already exists in my life, and I’ve discovered that happiness is a state of being, not something I have to constantly seek or strive for.

Of course, there is a balance. It’s important to stay open to possibilities and opportunities that come my way, without shutting myself off completely. While I’m focused on my inner happiness and trust that what’s meant for me will come, I also remain proactive in shaping the future I desire.

In the end, it’s all about choice. I choose to focus on my own well-being, to embrace the space between the things I desire, and to trust that I’m on the right path. I have free will, and with it, I choose to live a life where I don’t need to seek rejection to find growth. Instead, I find peace in knowing that everything I want will arrive in its own time, and that my happiness, above all else, is a choice I get to make every single day.

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Well, well, well… look who finally resurfaced! It’s been a wild two weeks, and if you’ve been wondering where I disappeared to—surprise! I’ve been knee-deep in moving boxes, cleaning supplies, and way too many takeout meals. But now that the dust has settled (literally), I’m back and ready to share the highs, the lows, and the unexpected joys of this whole experience.

First things first—moving is EXHAUSTING. I don’t care how many Pinterest boards make it look aesthetically pleasing; real-life moving is 80% chaos, 15% questioning your life choices, and 5% actually placing things where they belong. But, despite the sore muscles and the multiple "Where did I put that?" moments, I can officially say my new place feels like home.

Let’s talk about the best part—my kitchen! If you know me, you know I love a good kitchen setup, and this one? Chef’s kiss! It’s got space, it’s got storage, and it’s got a vibe. I’ve already started breaking it in (finally slowing down on the takeout, thank you very much), and I can’t wait to share some new recipes with you all soon.

Of course, no move is complete without some unexpected moments. Like realizing I now live on the third floor with no elevator. Let’s just say my legs are getting a workout whether I like it or not. But hey, we’re looking at it as built-in fitness, right?

Now that I’m getting settled, I’m excited to get back into the swing of things—writing, sharing, and bringing you all along for the ride. If you’ve ever gone MIA due to a big life change, you get it. Sometimes, you just need time to adjust, but I’m happy to be back and feeling more like myself again.

Lately, I’ve been putting a lot of thought into my sleep hygiene. If you’re like me, you know that getting enough quality sleep isn’t always as easy as it sounds. Life gets busy, and before I know it, I’ve stayed up late scrolling through my phone, binge-watching shows, or worrying about tomorrow’s to-do list. But, recently, I decided to make a change. I want to consistently get a good night’s rest and wake up early, feeling refreshed and energized for the day ahead.

It hasn’t been an overnight transformation, but I’ve been taking small steps toward improving my sleep routine. I’m far from perfect, but I wanted to share my journey, the changes I’ve made, and the lessons I’ve learned along the way.

Why I Decided to Prioritize Sleep

It started with the realization that I wasn’t feeling my best in the mornings. I often woke up feeling groggy and lethargic, even though I was getting enough hours of sleep. The quality of that sleep was another story. Some nights I’d toss and turn, wake up in the middle of the night, or just lie there for what felt like hours before drifting off. And while I could get through the day, I knew I wasn’t functioning at my full potential.

I’d heard the term “sleep hygiene” before but never really thought much about it. After reading more about the science behind good sleep habits, I realized how important the quality of sleep is to my overall health. Good sleep hygiene doesn’t just help you fall asleep faster, it improves the quality of your sleep, too—leading to better mood, productivity, and health.

Small Changes, Big Impact: How I’m Improving My Sleep Hygiene

1. Setting a Consistent Bedtime
   One of the first changes I made was setting a consistent bedtime. I’ve read over and over again that going to bed and waking up at the same time every day is one of the best ways to regulate your circadian rhythm. I aimed for a bedtime that gives me at least 7 hours of sleep, which for me means hitting the pillow around 10:30 PM.

At first, this felt a little tough, especially on weekends. I’ve always been someone who likes to stay up a little later, but I noticed that even a small shift in my bedtime made a huge difference. Now, I feel more rested and refreshed in the mornings, and I’m not dragging myself through the day.

2. No Screens Before Bed
   Like most of us, I’m guilty of using my phone right up until bedtime. I would scroll through social media or watch a YouTube video, and then wonder why I couldn’t fall asleep easily. It turns out that the blue light from screens interferes with melatonin production, the hormone that helps regulate sleep. So, I’ve made a rule: no screens 30-60 minutes before bed.

Instead of mindlessly scrolling, I now take that time to unwind by reading a book, journaling, or listening to relaxing music or a podcast. The difference it has made in my ability to fall asleep is night and day. I fall asleep faster and wake up feeling more rested.

3. Creating a Relaxing Bedtime Ritual
   To further signal to my body that it’s time to wind down, I’ve developed a little bedtime ritual. I start by dimming the lights in the house around 30 minutes before bed, which helps me transition from the busyness of the day into a calmer state. I also like to drink a warm cup of caffeine-free tea—usually chamomile or peppermint.

I’ve also found that stretching or doing a bit of light yoga helps release any tension in my body. A few simple stretches before bed can make all the difference, especially on days when I’ve been on my feet a lot.

4. Creating the Right Sleep Environment
   I used to think that as long as I was in bed, I could sleep anywhere. But I quickly realized that my environment had a huge impact on my ability to rest well. So, I focused on making my bedroom more conducive to sleep.

I’ve invested in soft, breathable sheets and a comfortable mattress. I also make sure the room is cool (about 65°F is ideal for me), as a cooler temperature promotes better sleep. I’ve also started using blackout curtains to keep the room dark—this makes it so much easier for me to stay asleep through the night.

5. Waking Up Early (Even on Weekends)
   One of my bigger challenges has been waking up early. I’m naturally more of a night owl, so getting up early doesn’t come easily. However, I’ve learned that waking up early helps me feel more in control of my day and gives me more time to get things done before the world wakes up.

To make this easier, I’ve put my alarm across the room from my bed, forcing me to get up and out of bed to turn it off. It’s a small change, but it’s been surprisingly effective in helping me get up when my alarm goes off.

I’ve also started using the “5-minute rule.” When I wake up, I try to stay in bed for just five minutes, stretching and mentally preparing for the day ahead. This small habit helps me avoid hitting the snooze button and gives me a moment to ease into my morning routine.

6. Avoiding Heavy Meals & Caffeine Late in the Day
   I’ve always been a fan of a late-night snack, but I’ve learned that eating heavy meals or drinking caffeine too close to bedtime can mess with my sleep. So, I try to avoid eating large meals within two hours of going to bed. I also limit my caffeine intake in the afternoon, as I’ve realized even small amounts can interfere with my sleep.

The Results: How I’m Feeling Now

Since committing to these changes, I’ve noticed some improvements. I’m falling asleep faster and staying asleep through the night. I wake up feeling more energized and ready to start the day, instead of hitting snooze multiple times. I also feel more productive and focused during the day, and my mood has improved significantly.

There are still nights when I slip up or get distracted, but overall, I’m sticking to my new sleep habits. It’s not about perfection—it’s about progress. Little by little, I’m learning the value of good sleep hygiene, and I’m excited to continue this journey of better rest and more energy.

My Thoughts

Improving my sleep hygiene has been one of the best decisions I’ve made for my health and well-being. The changes I’ve made, while small, have had a significant impact on the quality of my sleep and how I feel during the day. It’s been a process, but I’m committed to making it work.

If you’re also trying to improve your sleep, I encourage you to start with just one or two small changes—maybe it’s setting a consistent bedtime or turning off screens earlier. The key is to find what works for you and stick with it.

Here’s to better sleep, waking up early, and feeling great every day!

Why Morning Routines Matter

Starting the day with intention is not simply a motivational concept; it has real benefits grounded in science. Research has shown that the way we start our day influences our mood, energy levels, and decision-making throughout the day. Our brains are highly malleable in the morning, and the habits we establish early on can either empower or hinder our mental and emotional well-being.

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1. A Sunday That’s All About You
   Sundays are about flexibility, it’s your time to unwind, recharge, and do whatever makes you feel good. Whether it’s a cozy breakfast, a morning walk or just staying in and enjoying your place, these moments of calm are exactly what your mind and body needs. Think of this day as a gift and a chance to reset before the busy week ahead.

2. Setting the Tone

   Spend a little time organizing and planning, I go into Monday feeling confident and ready to conquer whatever comes my way. Whether it’s meal prepping, jotting down my tasks for the week or picking out a nice outfits to wear, these small steps can make you dread Mondays.

   

3. Embrace the Week with Optimism

   A great work week isn’t about going full-speed from the start. It’s about balance! By taking a positive, flexible approach and giving myself room to breathe, I stay focused and energized. Every week is a new chance to make progress, try new things, and build momentum toward what matters most.

When Sunday is spent well, Monday feels like a breath of fresh air instead of a drag. It’s the first step into a week full of possibilities. So, take a deep breath, enjoy your Sunday, and get ready to tackle the week ahead with enthusiasm. Each new week is an opportunity to grow, learn, and get one step closer to your goals!

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Here I am, at 29 with ONE job that is paying me an OK salary at the moment, I’m just barely getting by but I’m grateful to have a job in this difficult economy. My go-getter mindset has died down and I just want rest, and I want things to come stress-free! I had always dreamed of being self-employed and working towards that goal but I struggle with being consistent. Every year usually you're supposed to give yourself goals to accomplish and honestly this year I just went with the vibes….. I know I know, not so productive of me but hey, sometimes it’s okay to just go with the flow and figure the rest out as you go. I spent my early 20s working my ass off, now in my late 20s I want ease.

This year I struggled with the feeling of being lost and trying to be grateful for where I’m at. I truly don’t want to make it seem that I’m an ingrateful person but something has been feeling off lately…. I realize that I’m at a place of calming my nervous system down and being patient with the process, where I’m at right now in my life is temporary, and that is what’s keeping me going….

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We may feel guilty when we stay home and just lounge around the house doing the bare minimum of chores and other responsibilities.

Unfortunately, we are the new adults and we are Tired! I honestly don’t know how my grandmother got up every day to go to work, take care of her two daughters, cook dinner for them every day/ help them with homework, and get them in bed at a reasonable time - then you got to do it all over again, tomorrow!

Just going to work, every day from 9 to 5 and having to deal with “work bs” is enough already!

Practicing the art of doing nothing helps you refill your cup and motivates you to create a self-care bubble. Every day after work, you should have a routine that winds you down and makes you look forward to doing.

Today, practice a evening routine and see how you feel. Then, try it everyday!

It happens to all of us from time to time, a voice in the back of our heads starts chatting and not in a good positive way. We start feeling like everything we’re doing is wrong… We’re getting rejected from jobs left and right, bills are ongoing, love life, we don’t know her. Life is a journey of everyday stress and confusion and for this reason, we need to start seeing the good in every day and find the little joys of life.

Let’s try a few of these….

Did you drink a cup of water today? Took a shower? Wash your hands? If so, do you know that access to clean water in other other across the world is not reachable?

Instead of saying “I have to work” try saying “ I get to have a job that pays for my lifestyle”

Paid a bill? Be happy and excited that you can have the funds to do so… Many are not.

These are some of the few reminders that I have to tell myself when I’m feeling off, yours might look different but reminding yourself of what you do have in your life will hopefully make you feel somewhat at peace.

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Friday’s evening after-work thoughts…

Saturday morning breakfast read…

https://time.com/6722038/life-destabilizing-habits-essay/?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

This read talks about Habituation and how we are constantly trying to get the “best thing” out of life but lose sight of things we already have in our lives such as having a home, a job, and family/friends. What if it all disappears…

Saturday Evening music…

I love Chris brown old music, brings me back to my childhood

Felt Spicy….

Sunday

On this Sunday I slept in till 11am, made a bomb breakfast, and laid back down till 3pm, got up made a Brown sugar iced coffee - read a book in the sun and now I’m preparing for the week ahead…. This is what life is about. Enjoy the rest of this glorious Sunday!

Tell me how your Sunday is looking?

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