Hey everyone! So let’s get straight to it. We are halfway through 2018 and the 28th year of my life is quickly approaching! Bittersweet because I know 30 is right around the corner but I am totally convinced that those years will be the best years of my life. I mean the 20’s are hella confusing and demanding in more ways than one. Nonetheless, I recently came up with a bucket list for myself to complete before I turn 30 as a way to keep myself happy, keep the same adventurous and curious side of my twenties as I make the transition and to start living instead of wishing. So without further adeu, here is my 30 before 30 bucket list!
Guilty. As. Charged.
So as some of you may know, I have been going through it lately. Yet, whenever I am weathering a storm, I find it difficult not to think that I am being challenged to look deeper by some ultimate force in the Universe. So here I am am. Slowing down. Calling myself out on my bullshit and opening up my mind to the thoughts and feelings that I have been trying to cloud with work, children and cute little Snapchat post to keep me busy. With a little introspection, I have found that a large part of my delays in success have come from self sabotage in the form of instant gratification.
Man this is out of control! Trouble in paradise? No. Lost my best friend? Not quite? Super social? Ehh, not really. Happy? No. Everyone around me is just fine. Yet I find MYSELF slipping away every minute that I try to make sure that everyone else is okay. I have been thinking of a way to write about this without feeling vulnerable but I mean thats what this is right? So here it is. I am completely losing who I am and who I imagined that I would be at this time in my life, completely in and to my my relationships with others. Maybe it is a sign from the universe that something has to change but one thing for sure is that it does not serve me nor anyone around me any good for it to happen.
So here I am! Two months post partum with the twins. They are amazing! My toddler is adjusting so well but I have to admit, not everyday is sunshine and rainbows. I haven’t had to deal with the postpartum monkey jumping on my back like I did with Gabriel but I think I owe that to being a lot more conscious of my thoughts and where I let them take me. You know, that defining moment where you can make the distinction between what you feel and whats real.
Hey everyone! I finally had my babies! I think my body knew it was time because the pain was simply unbearable!
Hey everyone! It’s been a few days and yep, I’m still hella pregnant with twins and the exhausted, working mommy of a now 2 year old. Bed rest starts next week and I have to admit my excitement is through the roof!
For as long as I could remember, I have been a healer. The one everyone comes to when they need help, guidance or just someone to listen until they feel better. I try my hardest to be there, primarily knowing how grateful I would feel for someone to be there for me in my time of need and it makes me feel amazing. However, lately, understandably being the empath that I am, I have found that this task has brought on a lot more stress and anxiety than it has comfort from the ones I care about and knowing that they are okay.