Trying Routines Again.
Did I ever have a routine? | 💋✨🪩🎶💫
I woke up this Monday morning with a weight lifted off my shoulders and a sense of staying present. For so much of my life, I stuck my nose in a planner and moved like a robot. Was it a routine? Or was I coping? Hiding from my problems by burying myself in “work” & people. I've never been more willing to just stay in the now. Be spontaneous as some would tell me. Living a little.
✨ | With the planetary alignments going my way finally there's a feeling of weight lifted off my body. While I still plan my content I let my days just happen & Life has been interesting because of it. The mojo is returning. A sense of normalcy. I don't get the sad looks as much. I don't get the pity party as much. I had a whole conversation about kimchi & coffee. I'm seeing people I haven't seen in months.
I'm living again. Ain't it Grand?
Love You.
Ally xox
More Posts:
Turning 30 felt like it was supposed to come with answers.
At least, that's what I thought.
For so long, 30 seemed like this magical age where you were supposed to have everything figured out. You'd know who you were, what you wanted, who you wanted to spend your life with, what your career looked like, and probably have a beautifully decorated apartment and a retirement account while you were at it.
And then I actually turned 30.
Spoiler alert: I did not have everything figured out.
But I did have something arguably better: perspective.