I think I took about two blogging breaks back to back from June/ July. During that time, I had a lot on my plate regarding family, and I also found myself experiencing panic/ anxiety attacks from the things I’d buried inside instead of dealt with, along with my college work load and the worry about not graduating on time.
Spring has sprung on this side of the world and as much as I’m excited about warm weather, rain, wearing less clothes and more time outdoors with my wine, I’m already missing my favourite season, autumn.
You know how they say that once you stop believing in coincidence, your life starts making so much sense? Well, something stalked the heck out of me on my social medias until I gave in and the results have been beautiful.
I’m still getting the hang of calling myself a woman, is that weird? 23 years into this life thing and, for some reason, I don’t feel like an actual woman yet. Most of it has to do with materialism. I suppose that after
If you’d asked me in high school what I wanted to do after I finished, my list of possible career paths would’ve included fashion design, forensic sciences or media… the very last resort being running off into the sunset with a really wealthy Italian man for a career as a housewife. My love for storytelling has never died down, even when my dreams of what I wanted to become changed.
I really felt ready to come back the last time I spoke to you all after my little blogging break. I was certain everything was back on track and I’d really love to blame Mercury going retrograde but, July was my toughest month of an otherwise beautiful 2019. I had mental breakdown after mental breakdown, I strayed from my spirituality as a result, choosing to wallow in my negative emotions and close myself off to actually facing my internal struggles… I was a mess.
It feels so strange sitting in front of my laptop to write out a blog post after months of being away. I tried to come back in June but my schedule got the better of me and I think
After taking some time off of blogging, I am back and I am better!
When I was a child, I used to have this reoccurring dream about myself flying in this beautiful, very green garden of some sort with someone I’d never met in awakened life. I can’t tell you if they were a boy or a girl, but they held my hand whenever I had this dream, to ensure I wouldn’t fall into the river below where sometimes, crocodiles were swimming in the clearest of waters.
Look who’s back from a short blogging break!