I’ve been wrong for so long. Clinging to a belief that love would save me. All along I had what I desired in my own blood. I unsheathed the power from inside my own body and watched fires ignite at the tips of my fingertips.
Sometimes you don’t see yourself growing
until you look back to where you were
at this time last year
flowers have bloomed
from the cracks in your chest.
Self-love isn’t a war you can conquer once.
It’s a daily battle to remind yourself:
you are not perfect,
but you are trying.
It’s taken some time, but I had the greatest revelation about my own mental health:
Sometimes, your mental health matters more than an old dream that’s keeping you up at night.
If you’re constantly stressed out over your work, why are you doing it?
Why aren’t you seeking something that honors what you believe in?
The cards you dealt yourself don’t have to be the cards you keep, in fact, maybe you were seeing an ace of spades when all along it was merely a 2 of hearts.
You don’t have to continue to pursue something you no longer dream to be, forget the expectations you set for yourself as well as the ones others have for you.
You’re the one who is living your life. You don’t have to do anything out of obligation or a belief that other people will think more highly of you because of it.
Your degree of success is measured by how happy you are.
I’m not saying you shouldn’t put in work, I’m demanding that you find your passion and don’t stop pursuing it. Find that thing that makes you happy, the place where you can speak directly from your heart, and watch your demeanor change.
If you don’t love what you’re doing, you will make excuses and remain stagnant. You will only give it half of what you’re made of.
The world deserves the you who chases her dreams. The woman who radiates so much happiness, others feel it, too.
Let go of the stress.
Let go of your worn out dreams that no longer spark a flame in your heart.
Get introspective and figure out what you are here to do right now, and in five years, if that no longer serves you, let it go.
You’re not bound to your dreams for life.
There is darkness
and there is light
I am a little of both…
I can finally sit –somewhat– comfortably in lotus pose! This has been the hardest pose to get into for me. I never would have thought a flexibility pose would make me feel more accomplished than the strength poses I have gotten into so far.
Flexibility is not something I’ve always possessed, in fact it’s extremely hard for me. This wasn’t something I could power through, I had to listen to my body and allow it to slowly open up to the stretch. It took three YEARS.
Anything is possible if you devote enough time to your practice.
Lately, I’ve tried my best to stay conscious about my perception of what I see and what feelings accompany the visuals. Continue reading “Aesthetics”
Homesickness isn’t what I imagined. To me, it hasn’t been the urge to go home or an extreme longing for the familiar. It doesn’t have me counting down the days until I get on a plane to go home. For a while, I didn’t even think it was there, because it came in a shape I didn’t know to watch out for. I always thought homesickness would find me whenever I’m alone and the sparkly newness of my new home had become the familiar. I thought it would make me want to crawl into my bed for days, with a tub of ice-cream, as I’m calling my mom just to tell her that I miss her. It turns out, any premonition I had was completely wrong. I had no idea about the symptoms this sickness would bring.
For most of my trip, I have refused to claim that I was homesick at all, but lately I have understood it in a whole new way. For a while it snuck in and I didn’t even recognize it, but now I know what it is and how to spot it.
This feeling has found me at the top of a mountain as I am taking in the most beautiful view. In moments in which I want to be no where but the place I am currently standing. Time and time again it has pummeled into me in coffee shops as I am relishing over the best coffee I have ever tasted. It hasn’t failed to find me in a room full of people as my stomach hurts from the laughter erupting from me.
It doesn’t keep me up at night wondering how everyone is doing back home. It breezes in with the wind that is rolling through the ajar window of a taxi while I am in awe of my new surroundings. In the middle of seeing new landscapes that occupy every space in my mind, I think of you and I wish I could hear what you would have to say about this beautiful place that you have never seen before.
I feel homesick whenever I’m trying new things and I wish you could try them, too. The longing to share these once-in-a-lifetime experiences with the ones I love is what causes the homesickness. My heart is aching for those who I call my home, because whenever I’m in the middle of any adventure, I can’t help but think of them.
I wish you could see the things I am seeing. I wish I could take your picture at the top of that mountain, when you think no one is looking, when your eyes are full of awe and your lips turned up into a slight smile.
I wish you could try every single one of my coffees, even though I would complain and say I want them all to myself. What I wouldn’t give for you to take a sip and taste it, too.
I wish you were there to experience the moments that words can’t even explain. Like the time I shared a laugh with a bus full of strangers all about to get on a plane. When I told you the story over the phone it just wasn’t the same. I wish, in that moment, I could have seen the way your eyes crinkled as they locked with mine.
I wish you could learn everything I am learning, the times that you have to be there to understand. What my eyes have seen that have changed my view of the world…I wish you saw it differently now, as well.
If you asked me if I wanted to go home I wouldn’t, in a million years, say yes. What I want more than anything, is to bring you here. No matter how hard I try to share these experiences, they will only ever be my memories that I can try to explain until there are no words left to say, but you won’t see them the same. I wish you could feel what I feel with each memory, too.
To the ones I love, I’m sorry, because I can’t hand these experiences over to you like a gift. Although, I’d search forever for a way to make them yours, they will only ever be mine.