I'll confess: I'm a DANCING QUEEN. Mamma mia let me tell you I love their songs. I had a dream I was their biggest fan. It's the name of the game right? Knowing me, knowing you, this love-fest could go on forever. Those red boots though. There is a point to all this I promise. … Continue reading When ABBA speaks directly to your soul!
If you are looking for ways to nurture your divine feminine essence, Ayurveda has so many beautiful ideas that do just that.
I'm called to share this journey because so much has been given and it's time to pay it forward. What is happening to one woman is happening to us all in some way or another. It's practically an ethos in the United States (where I live) that to be a modern woman is to be frazzled, overworked, over-tired and spent. WHAT GIVES. You are entitled to so much more!
The process is not linear.
The process will not be understood by your monkey mind (which undoubtedly will want to dictate the process and will fail miserably).
Such joy and freedom in saying NO. For calling bullshit on the inner dialog that said "this is how it is, I work full-time and have a child and blah blah blah here are all my excuses for why I should be permanently frazzled and fatigued." Facing the truth--that my time is precious indeed, so how can I use it to fuel joy?--was LIBERATING and EMPOWERING.
Let's just say expectations don't always match reality.
In not-at-all-surprising news, I got sick with a bad cold. (My last post was literally about how I need to practice more self-care.) Sigh. I’m working on more rest, less doing in my daily life, so I figured practicing this while sick would be a good place to start. In fact, what better way to … Continue reading The man-cold experiment
IT SEEMS SO SIMPLE, RIGHT? And yet, there I was again, yelling like a shrew at my family this past weekend. All sleep-deprived and self-righteous. (I always become the self-righteous martyr when I'm parenting from an empty cup...look at me, sacrificing for ALL OF YOU, NONE of you whom seem to appreciate my greatness! LOL. NOT A GOOD LOOK FOR YOU, SARAH.)
In hindsight I have so many questions for my former self. Why did you, former Sarah, take so long to start writing? Why didn't you start using anti-aging face cream sooner? And why oh why did you sit in that suffering place for so damn long?
I'm currently sitting by myself reading a Sunday NYT and drinking iced coffee. There is free wi-fi and all the children here belong to other people. It's air-conditioned and there is an endless supply of twizzlers and US Weekly mags. What is this heaven I speak of? Why, I'm at my regional airport, about to … Continue reading (People seriously hate this place?)