Friends, tell me I’m not the only one. Tell me I’m not alone in dreaming of living the life I want to be living … and never feeling like I’m actually getting any closer to that life, no matter how much I conjure, secret, or will that mother fucker into being. Tell me I’m not alone?
The life I’ve been chasing might sound familiar. It’s that life of yoga and meditation, of feeding my body beautiful foods, of aromatherapy and art for art’s sake, of making time to read and to rest (guilt free!), and quite plainly, of just taking really, really good care of myself. I know this life is achievable. So why does it always seem so. far. away? So far that I will never get there.
Well, I’m officially calling myself on my shit: Now is the time to start living the lives we want to be living. And we will get there:
one small and beautiful thing at a time