Just last night I was describing something I remembered reading that was advice for writers, and those who aspire to be writers.
If you want to become a better writer, write for ten minutes every day, no matter what.
Again I come at ya with the straightforward, simple advice. Well, I was talking about writing with a friend on the phone, and saying how I’d like to start doing that.
I almost did it last night, but decided to sleep early (with the subtle excuse in my mind that I wouldn’t write well in that state anyway). And then I woke up to this…
Marie has been a huge inspiration to me for the last two years, and the timing of this video was certainly taken as a sign from THE UNIVERSE *insert glimmers and a booming sense of wonder here*.
It’s good to be thorough, but there has to be a balance that keeps us productive instead of nit-picking ourselves to a halt. We can’t expect something to grow if we never let it flow.
Too often, I’ve found myself putting out too little content because I felt like I had to be in just the right mode, and have three hours to spare, to make it a worthwhile read.
Well, here I am, on the bus, busting this out so that I can believe in my ability to write consistently, by proving through action that I can.
And this doesn’t just apply to writing. Any skill or project you wish to develop, commit to doing it ten minutes a day. Most likely, you’ll get on a roll and feel inspired after just a few. And imagine how much more quickly your skills will improve, and how much more of your focus will be on what you want to create in your life.
I’m a fan of the phrase “life is what you make it”. Whether opportunity falls into your lap or is still waiting for you quietly in the shadows, you have to take it and wield it like a mighty sword, and you’ll want to wield it masterfully. Which takes diligent practice, and persistence over the years.
Dedication to our dreams is what makes them become real, a bit more every step of the way. And I’m still always here, if you need backup, Goddess to Goddess.
One thing is for sure, we are big-hearted women. We want to save the world, make sure everyone is as happy as humanly possible, and tend to put our own well-being on the back-burner until our many little moments of self-neglect tip the scale and cause us to crumble. And even then, we still often do only as much for ourselves as is absolutely necessary to get us up and running again.
It’s a common issue with very caring people. But a phrase that helps me to keep things in balance is this:
You can’t pour from an empty cup.
It’s simple, but it really says it all. How many times do we feel like we have two drops left, and we still give one to another? This is especially true for moms, who often have more piled on them than any of us could carry, without occasionally… okay, frequently, losing it. (I have so much respect for you mommas.)
And for those of us who are really struggling financially and have the constant stress of feeling stuck, like there’s nothing we can do, it’s hard, sometimes, to find even a minute to care for our own needs, in this crazy society that causes us to work our lives away with little to call our own, and no time to spend with our loved ones.
But, I’m here to tell you that there’s always a path out of the darkness, and that in order to find your way, on your own unique path, you’re gonna have to tend to your candle, and make sure that you have enough provisions for the journey ahead.
Each of us has a completely unique path in this life, which can only be made clear when we shine the light of our focus onto our passions and our dreams. If we just keep stumbling around in the dark, giving our second-to-last drop of water to whoever we bump into, how will we ever get out? How will we have enough to give so that we really make a difference?
Fill your cup, by making sure that you have what you need. Are you feeling totally tip top, or super drained? Are you sleeping at least eight hours, drinking enough water, eating enough healthy food to keep you going?
Are you making time to socialize and time to yourself to relax throughout the week? If not, you better schedule it. Even a half hour bath, or a fifteen minute walk around the block can help us to unwind and recenter. Even ten minutes of stretching or meditation once we’re in bed can relax us into more rejuvenating sleep to prepare for tomorrow.
We can get overwhelmed with the idea that we don’t have enough time to take care of ourselves on top of eeeeverything else, but we’re not on top of everything else. We’re underneath it, holding it all up and keeping it balanced. Our well-being is the foundation of everything in our lives, and if the foundation crumbles, everything else does too. So you can’t neglect it. That’s what happened to me. It wasn’t pretty.
Things began great in 2014, I was traveling around, working at off-grid building workshops as a cook in Arizona and even Canada, riding across the country in a van with a zebra print fuzzy “couch” in the back seat with a couple of hippies I met in the middle of nowhere, selling clothes I abstract-doodled on from a clothesline at a friend’s reggae festival in the Carolinas, trimming weed in California (where things started to go downhill… sketchy fellas, ’nuff said) and then winter came and it was time to come home.
Those kinds of wild rides are as much drama as they are adventure, but my candle was nearly a blowtorch, and my path was clearly alight. But there wasn’t much water towards the end of my journey, and my cup was getting pretty low.
I came home with a flu, and slept for about a week on my mom’s couch while the snow fell. As soon as it had passed, I dove into building a holistic wellness-coaching practice and gave most of my attention to that, and applying the principles I shared to my own life, and feeling super confident.
Within that first month back, though, one of my best friends, who was like a sister to me, ended up in a mental hospital, hearing voices and feeling like she was burning in hell. The combination of coming off of fifteen years of taking Adderall, and getting dragged into some guilt-mongering cult-like belief system while her mind was so vulnerable really messed up her perception of life. She was stuck in a bad trip. And I had to get her out.
I was devastated, and without a second thought, I moved to her house (in the mild ghetto) to help her.
It was so much harder on me than I had anticipated. There was honestly nothing I could do. I would sit with her, assure her that all was well and it was just in her head, but her experiences were so real that we couldn’t get through to her. She tried various medications, and psychiatrists, natural methods, diet changes, energy work, everything we could think of, but she still couldn’t sleep, experiencing horrifying attacks at night and in constant fear of eternal suffering, pacing the house and shouting “Angels, PLEASE!!”
While all of this was going on, I had a mini-breakdown. I felt like I had failed her, and was too drained and unstable from my environment that I felt was unfit to coach. I shut down my practice, stopped writing and started trying to find ways to cope.
See, along with trying to help her, I was also incredibly broke. I’d been stretching the two thousand dollars I had saved in California to last me December through March. I was living on rice and bananas, a few vegetables here and there.
When I’d go to the store, I’d walk through the neighborhood feeling really unsafe (two gunshots a month was common at night there, following yelling) and twice I’d been followed most of the way home by men hitting on me who didn’t like no as an answer.
Another large part of my focus was on vegan and environmental activism, and witnessing the amount of damage and destruction happening globally, and how little action was being taken to change it, was sucking my faith in humanity away and making me scared for the future.
And, to top it all off, I had finally lost a man I had pined for for three years, who kept me at arm’s length, who finally chose another girl.
I was a wreck, guys. It had been six months, and I was broken. I went to visit my sister in Kentucky, and she told me I should just come stay with her. After a few weeks, I was invited last-minute to cook and be in charge of the food at an Earthbag House building workshop in Arizona, and hold a Reiki workshop during it too.
It was just what I needed, but I was still drained. That whole summer and fall, something was off with me. My optimism had diminished, and it took very little to overwhelm me. I ended up stuck. All of the trauma weakened something in me, and that winter I went through a depression like nothing I’d ever seen before.
I had lost all hope. I couldn’t even get myself to leave my room to eat because I felt so intimidated by the judgements of everyone seeing me being so useless. I cried all day and rarely got out of bed, and wouldn’t let myself do anything to relax until I felt like I had accomplished enough to seem “worthy” and useful. Helpful. All the things I expected myself to be.
It took four months to get out of that. With a lot of Netflix, a lot of letting go, and getting back with an ex who understood what it’s like to have that kind of depression, and finally feeling like I was enough, even when I was nothing.
So, I moved with him to Colorado. We’re good friends now, planning to get our own places, while navigating the awkward discomfort of the recent downgrade in our relationship. I’ve got a good job now, am building my business, and taking care of my health.
Since my hormones got thrown out of whack from that year of trauma, and threw me into a nearly inescapable depression, it’s also caused damage that has since left me with extreme fatigue, and blood sugar issues. And I’m finally seeing a naturopathic doctor and getting tests done to find out what exactly went wrong, and how to support my system back into balance. That’s what inspired this message today.
You see, all of that stress, and that trauma, it broke something in me. And I fell completely apart, and am now having to fix it. We should not have to go through that. We should be so good to ourselves that our foundation never has to crumble, and we know when we need to get out of an unhealthy situation, or when we really need a break or a pick-me-up.
This means setting healthy boundaries. If your cup gets below half full, you need to go fill it. You can’t wait until the breaking point, because eventually, you really will break.
If you’re just a little bit hungry, eat. If you’re a little bit thirsty, drink. A little bit stressed? Go in the bathroom, breathe, and touch your toes. For a full minute, just hang over and breathe. Need to address an unhealthy situation? Collect your thoughts, and do it when it’s only a hint of a problem. When you’re still mostly okay, and can discuss it rationally. Don’t wait until you’re ravenous, dying of thirst, or ripping your hair out, and crying in a heap on the floor to take care of your needs.
You are important, and have so much to give. If you give to yourself, your cup will be overflowing, and your foundation will be rock-solid and inspiring, and you’ll make greater changes than you’d ever imagined.
Keep your focus on your dreams and your path will make itself clearer every step of the way. And, Goddess to Goddess, I’m always here to help.
What do you dream of, what is your fantasy? A fantasy that can be made so real.
Do you dream of a lush, pristine wilderness? Of a home you’ve built in the company of good friends?
Do you smile in wistful adoration at the daydream of a companion, who understands you, shares your dream, walks hand in hand?
Do you do all of the things that just you can do to keep your focus on what you’ll create?
Surround yourself with people who inspire the life of helpful joy that will elate your soul in ways you’d not known it could sparkle?
And touch your family’s hearts with tender smiles?
Do you do all that you can to bring life to it, the fantasy that can become a plan?
Imagination… it’s one of our most powerful tools. Without moving a muscle we can be transported to any realm we desire, while the solid structures of the physical world melt away and we are completely free… for a moment.
But, when gravity kicks back in, the tummy rumbles, loneliness or stress set in, and our responsibilities remind us they’ve been waiting here… it becomes quite apparent that a temporary escape into fantasy will always leave us yearning to dream more, and onto clouds farther and farther from the lives that we live.
We may even seek to make our experiences with these realms more tangible, delving into philosophy, spirituality, and chasing shiny feeling thoughts and following whims while ignoring our need for stability, and requiring more and more idealism and sparkles to keep our dissatisfaction with our human foundation at bay.
What if we didn’t have to do that? What if our imaginations could be used to build a new foundation?
What if our daydreaming and Netflixing hours could be dedicated to turning our passions into a business, and finding ways to live in greater harmony with nature, so that our lives are not something to escape from?
What if, through sharing our stories and thoughts, we could inspire others like us to cocreate a beautiful new way of life, and feel the most profound sense of fulfillment, while being even more free to explore the things that make our hearts sing, without fearing that you’ll have to wake up from it.
What if… that’s EXACTLY what I’m here to do?
If this message resonates with you, and you’re ready to discover the purpose within your path, and find the real fulfillment you’ve only dreamed about…
If you’re ready to breathe life into your fantasy, and have someone caring and supportive to help you gain your footing on a path that’s all your own… then I’d LOVE to work with you, to turn your dream into a plan, and help you make it happen.
Check out my Goddess to Goddess Guidance offerings on my Work With Me page to learn more.