Sunday Reflections: Focusing on the Now

I remember hearing as a teenager how your mid-twenties are about self-doubt, fucking up, figuring out who you are, and, generally speaking, a clusterfuck of emotional inconsistency buoyed against the idea that, by 25, you should have some remote notion of who you are and what you plan on doing with your life.

At 18, that idea was laughable – 25 and still not knowing what I’m doing?! Come on, give me some credit. Of course I’ll have it figured out by then!

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Most days, I wish I could still be an 8-year-old wannabe ballerina

Yet, here I am. 25, uncertain about what I want to do, scared pretty frequently, and constantly comparing myself to where everyone else is on the spectrum of adulthood.

And, to be honest, I’m alright with it. Most of the time. Ehhh…some of the time.

I’ve found friends that I trust and who aren’t afraid to put me in my place when I’m being a little crazy – which, frankly, can be often.

I’ve learned that love isn’t something that’s a yes-or-no thing. To care about someone so much, to want nothing else than to be around that person, and to feel that terrifying “do they like me too” sensation – yes, it’s uncomfortable and freaky and hard, but it’s worth it when you think it might be a person who could be in your life for a while.

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This week has been trying, to say the least. A mass layoff at my company impacted some of the people I care the most about, and I’m dreading going to the office tomorrow and not seeing some of those faces that made me feel home. While I know that it’s a part of life, the pressing reality of negative change is terrifying.

I try to embrace Sundays for what they are – a time to relax, recharge, and begin a new week on the right foot. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but here are a few things that have gotten me through lately. Some silly, some serious, some random. Such is life?

Running 

I never, ever thought I would call myself a runner. Hell, I don’t really see myself as a runner. But it’s transformed from something I used to dread with every fiber of my being into an escape. Today marked my 3rd (unofficial) 10K, and I’m kinda damn proud of myself. Doesn’t hurt that it does wonders for your legs, right?

I never thought I’d say this, but the thought of stepping inside a gym lately makes me want to vomit a bit. I refuse to, until I absolutely have to – so, when the first snow hits the ground, me and the gym might have a reunion. But for now, it’s outside or a yoga studio or bust. Next goal – half marathon. We’ll see how that goes…

A Bedroom Revamp

I adore my bedroom, but it could use a burst of…something. A new color? New lighting? I’m not sure what just yet, but I tend to gravitate towards light palettes with an antique je ne sais quoi. I’m seeing inspiration in these amazing abodes:

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{images via pinterest}

Fall Fashion 

Socks? Scarves? Boots? Where have you been all my life, lovers…

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I just picked up these ass-kicking boots, and I can’t wait to pair them with everything from denim to over-the-top girly dresses.

{images via pinterest}

This salad dressing 

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{image via goop}

Put it on everything. Bathe in it. You’ll thank me (or Gwyneth) in the morning.

These quotes. 

Because there is truly no such thing as too many quotes. Words are where it’s at.

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{images via pinterest. duh. sensing a theme?}

x

Linds

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