If I could talk to teenage Ingrid, I would give her the biggest hug. I would tell her that she is whole and complete just the way she is. That being “herself” no matter what that looks like through the years to come is just the person she is supposed to be… so stop sweating the small stuff. I remember always feeling like the outsider, the person who didn’t belong. I remember longing for a place to always “fit in”. So, I’d also tell myself that I do fit in… right in my own body and soul. Fitting in with yourself is SO important. If you can’t accept, love and belong to yourself… it becomes so hard to fully accept and love others. It’s a circle that needs to be even and fed… love for yourself feeds love for others.
This is a good one.
I just got back from spending seven days in Mexico with a bunch of amazing women. We spent time at the beach, at the pool, in sessions together, and lots of time laughing. That was a beautiful experience… however my favorite way to the spend the day is still relaxing somewhere that feels like home.
Here is how my perfect day would go:
- I’d wake up without an alarm clock, but still around 7am because mornings are my favorite.
- I’m also clearly not working on my favorite day, which should be obvious… but I’ll call it out here just in case.
- I’d put on some comfortable clothes, throw on some warm slippers and beach wave my hair (because I like when it has a little volume… even when I’m relaxing).
- I’d let the dogs in who are so sweet and lazy in the morning.
- I’d have a coffee and an apple cider donut in my kitchen with the morning sunlight streaming in from outside… wrapped in a blanket and fending off Mya’s advances towards me and my donut.
- I’d spend some time watching whatever I wanted in the morning on the TV (because most likely Jason and/or Vincent are still sleeping) and checking my phone far too much.
- I’d put on some workout clothes and take the dogs for a walk… because on my favorite day it is super pleasant outside.
- I’d probably have some kind of avocado chicken sandwich/wrap for lunch with some fruit and then some chocolate(s). If this favorite day is not totally grounded in reality… then I’d really like tiramisu as my dessert… but it would have to be straight from Italy.
- I’d definitely do something crafty (make a necklace, paint something, read a book)… probably while enjoying a glass of wine.
- I’d also have some kind of epic series on my laptop to listen to while crafting (LOTR, Hobbit, Harry Potter, Alien, Underworld, Resident Evil, etc, etc). — Jason will be in his happy place playing his video game on the main tv.
- I’d probably take a nap while crafting – on accident or on purpose. With all the windows open and a beautiful breeze blowing through (and Jason would kill any fly that threatened my slumber).
- I’d invite friends and family over to do crafty relaxy things with me.
- I’d light the best smelling candle, probably from Bed Bath and Beyond.
- Jason and I would enjoy a nice dinner which he makes on the grill because he is the grill master and the smell of a charcoal grill is divine.
- All my Pottery Barn candles would have turned around by dinner time and they will be flickering with the most delightful fake flames.
- Then we would sit around the fire at night and listen to music and relax. I’d be wrapped up in my most cozy blanket and when I was tired would have the short commute of walking to my bedroom.
- My friends and family have all gone home or crashed on the couch before I go to bed… or I kick them out when I’m tired because it’s MY favorite day… which has an early bedtime too.
- On my favorite day I’ve also been taking the best pictures all day long and posting them on all the social media because I love to share.
The last post was the first of March and here I find myself on a flight home on the last day of March.
I’m so looking forward to warm weather at home. My work takes me to warmer climates and it’s not until I get there that I realize how much I missed the sun on my face, the warmth, and less layers and layers and layers of snow that equal what seems like half of the year in Wisconsin.
I’ve been making an effort to appreciate all the seasons (of life and the year). So, I appreciate winter and spring because it creates excitement and anticipation for summer. It makes summer feel special and a time to cherish and squeeze every last drop out of it that I can.
That said, my appreciation has grown, but my patience… not so much. I’m appreciative, but over it. I’m ready to be in the “savor the moments of summer”, rather than the “bring an extra sweater and scarf” mode.
I’m ready for the windows to be open and to be enjoying the outside with other people. I find summer to be a season that brings people together. I’ve spent the winter in a bit of a hermit mode and am looking forward to spreading my rusty wings and get out there!
In short, it’s been cool (literally) winter and spring… but I’m ready for a break. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m hooked on summer ☀️
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Found on La Petite Farmhouse’s Facebook page
Yesterday I went to the local chiropractor. I was inspired to do this because a dear friend (and chiropractor) at a recent Cancun retreat was kind enough to adjust my neck several times while on vacation. If you’ve never seen a neck being adjusted – imagine any zombie movie you know when the hero/heroin grabs the zombie by the face and snaps their neck. Then insert yourself as the zombie and the chiropractor as the hero… but in a happy turn of events you survive the neck adjustment… and feel amazing on top of it.
Anyways, I wanted to continue getting adjusted (physically) and decided to seek out the local chiro in my area. She adjusted my neck in a different manner, using a syringe looking thing with a pencil eraser on the end of it that just made this cute little popping sound. This… is less impressive than the neck snap maneuver so I was totally not sure it would do anything. While she was at it she adjusted my lower back mentioning that it was a little out and that it could be having an impact on my digestion… again using the magic popping pencil eraser.
Fast forward to a few hours later in the evening, my neck was SO tender and sore and my stomach was very upset. I can’t say for sure that it was totally due to the magic pencil eraser tool or not, but regardless it was very uncomfortable. So after taking Tylenol… and ibuprofen… I went to bed hoping that sleep would take away my aches. I also might have farted when I got into bed. When my husband got into bed I smelled what I am SURE was the aroma of a dead animal. I proceeded to scold him for the next 10 minutes about not “cutting it off” before he got into bed. He kept swearing it wasn’t his fart, but mine. Which was NOT possible. That kind of smell does not come out of my body.
Fast forward again to a bit later when I am in the kitchen getting some more water and tums for my belly… and I fart again… and then it occurs to me (aka hits me in the olfactory) that it WAS in fact the smell of death coming out of my very own body. I was mortified and equally in awe that my body could make anything that smelled like that. I did finally tell my husband that it was in fact my butt that was the offender, not his… and he graciously accepted my apology for so adamantly accusing him of the crime. Then I told him it wasn’t my fault at all, but definitely the adjustment from the chiropractor. It must have stirred something up. Again, I can’t prove that for a fact, but it makes me more comfortable than any other explanation of how my body produced something so offensive.
Today all my systems seem to be functioning as expected so I’m assuming that the worst has passed. I do have another appointment on Friday and I’m equal parts interested and terrified about what will come out of that visit. Literally.
So, in between all the enlightenment and growth that I try to let in to each of my days… sometimes normal old flatulence gets in there too… and makes for a good story.
Moral of the story: Careful what all your physical and emotional adjustments stir up… you might be surprised!!
One of the best tidbits of advice I got was given to me by my cousin Carmen 15 years ago while I was first navigating the corporate world and figuring out which jobs I was “qualified” for.
She told me that no one knows exactly how to do a job they are applying for. Also, how boring would that be. I promise that the other people in this world that are doing the thing you want to do, didn’t know how to do it when they started.
The people who end up with their next ‘big gig’ have faith in themselves and their abilities that they will figure it out.
This little tidbit has gotten me through so many new adventures in my life that seemed scary at first. I just focus on what I want, the resources I have, and ALWAYS keep my communication skills and personal development as top priorities. The exact “how’s” just come with time.
So – grasshopper – go for the promotion, better job, dream vacation, first date, sell the house, start the new hobby or whatever it is that you have been yearning to do… but have convinced yourself you can’t.
Because… why not you? Why not now?
And just remember, no one else knows what the fuck they are doing either.
I was thinking today about how in order to “shine your light” onto the world, other people, etc. that you would need to actually have the light available within you to shine. Kind of like a flashlight needing batteries or a solar yard light needing the sun.
I love this thought because so many people think that taking time for themselves (personal development, self-care, time alone, massages, etc) is a selfish act. However, when you think of it as a necessary step in order to have the fuel/battery/power to give to others… it then becomes a necessary step in being a more altruistic person.
I personally love taking time for myself and strengthening my mental and emotional fortitude. I love growth, a good challenge, and helping others do those same things. If I don’t take time to grow personally, I don’t have the ammunition to help others do the same. One of the most rewarding moments I have is when a little tidbit of information or a certain meditation practice that touched my soul, helps someone else wade through their shit when I share it.
So just imagine that your soul needs refueling just like anything else in order to be the best version of yourself. Then sit down and think about what makes you feel like you are at your best… and do it. Do it often. Self-care is soul-charging.