“Whether you two piece, or one piece, or shorts and teeshirt, or wear nothing at all – summer is still coming and all you’re required to do is enjoy it.”
Tag: Handle with Care
Crimson and Clover – Day 1, Week 10
Wedding season is coming. Longer days are coming. St. Patrick’s Day is coming. Karaoke is back. I’m back. And focusing on me and my kid has made the lead up to 40 feel exciting – not fearful, or frustrating. I am so, so, stoked to see this year through. To get up and rollerskate. Skateboard. Mosh. Dance. Leap, prance, run, explore.
Finding Love In The City – Entry 2: Valentine’s Day, solo
I’m fully committed to the idea of finding love. That somewhere there’s a dude that I’m supposed to meet. And it’s going to be amazing, and awesome. And right.
Dance Magic Dance – Week 7, Day 1
The takeaway from this week is actually being content with life exactly where it is right now. It’s not about making peace with the past. It’s not forging forward and musing about where the journey will land me. It’s about right now. What right now looks like for me. And I’m finally at peace with it.
Finding Love in the City: Entry 1 – The App Game
“There it is. The little fire sign that gleans at the top of the screen, next to the messenger notification, and the battery life. It shines at you, and your heart skips a beat. “Someone likes you!” it proclaims in its gamey-fashion. The dance has begun.”
I Get Knocked Down … But I Get Up Again – Week 6, Day 1
Do you know how I know Intermittent Fasting is working? I didn’t gain anything this week. I should have. If I hadn’t been fasting, I would have. Let’s back up. On Monday, and impromptu visit from Kid C’s Dad ended with she and I being stowaways on a trip back home to see my family….
Hungry Like The Wolf – Day 1, Week 5
Let’s face it. Face the January’s. Face the injuries. Face the set backs. Face the world, because you can only turn your back for so long before you become as cold as the winter.
Truthfully, yours.
What matters is knowing that happiness isn’t a perpetual state of being, but a constant strive of mindset.
fading normally.
I make my bed because I need something to believe in. I need something to remind me that one day, I can look back and say – through it all, I found a shred of normal. I was there, buried beneath the throw pillows and blankets and the colours of my room where I went to find even a shred of normal from a life we used to know.
self-care isn’t selfish.
Take the nap. And the selfie. And extra time when you run through the next drive-thru for a coffee just for you. Use a bathbomb, and read a book, and make time for just yourself. And while you’re at, you’ll find yourself asking: where have I been all my life?
CARE HUMPHRIES 