Am I the only one that breaks promises to themselves?
I have noticed that I have developed a huge pattern of breaking promises to myself. It happens on the daily. I have no idea why – why don’t I honor myself to do the things I really, really want to do? I recently decided I wanted to be a better human. Not because I don’t love myself but because I want more from my life. I want to start achieving some of the goals I have wanted to achieve for years.
I am not sure why my priorities for myself always come last. It’s disheartening. My crippling anxiety often stands in the way of being a social human being, of having adventures, sometimes my anxiety takes over and I get lazy and I forget to be my fun self and I am my scared self. Just plain scared. I want this promise breaking to end.
A couple of day ago I promised myself I would do 17 things in 2017 . In an attempt to not break promises to myself. I did one of the 17 items on the list. A easy actionable item. I dyed my hair.
1 down 16 to go -Woot, Woot!
Do you guys have problems with this? How do you remember to always put yourself first?
Sometime back in December I was required to attend a mandatory company trip to Mexico. It was kind of weird for more reasons than I can safely write on the internet. That being said there was some good moments also. While it is currently what I hope might be the last deep freeze of the Winter – I decided to finally make that video footage into a vlog and dream of warmer days.
I hope you giggled at least a little,
Stay Warm, Friends!
Way back in November 2016 I went to Iceland for the Airwaves Festival. It was a very short trip but full of music, vegan food and rain. Basically, an all around adventure. Just the way I like it.
For the most part my music festival experiences have been in a field and not in the downtown of a city. Iceland has been on my radar for years. I finally just had the ability to make it happen. Hard work from two jobs in a crazy oil city made me feel like I earned the fuck outta this trip. Work hard, play harder, right?!
Nothing makes me feel more at home than chillin’ by the water. Sea of Greenland!
So that’s it Friends, just a little YouTube smash up of some of my Iceland adventures.
Until next time,
I spend money every day. I tap my debit card or my credit card so many times a day it’s crazy. Recently at work some one said to me they can only use 12 debits a month on their debit card. I was literally in shock. I think sometimes I use 12 debits a day. One might think out of control. I have been working hard at not spending money and following my no-buy rules … really, everyday, I am learning new tricks to get out of my house, do free things or get those projects done – but not spending is a fucking challenge for me.
Last week I caught a post on Mixed Up Money’s twitter of a recent blog post & YouTube video about a 72 hour No-Buy – fucking crazy right?! ….
And then you can see what happen:
If you guys are into some sassy ass, money saving awesomeness – you should read her stuff. I literally promise she has nothing to do with this, I am not getting paid or being sponsored. I am not that internet famous yet. That will be next month. jk’s. Just dreaming big. I digress.
So while I strive for minimalism, organization, and a weekend I SOOOOOOOOOOO needed to relax after all the work I have been doing. I successfully completed a full day -no-buy and I vlogged the shit out of it.
How d’you like them apples?!
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I thought it would be mega fun to take you along on a day where I work both my jobs. Normally I only work a double shift on Wednesdays and every other Friday – sometimes I do more … but not very often. Working two jobs can be soul sucking if you don’t manage your time.
Hit like if you like, comment below, comment on the YouTube video too. I love hearing from you – it makes making content so much more fun. Woot, Woot!
Here we are … I did it! Well I mean, I just began the process to get the beast off my leg. The art of tattoo-ing has come so far in the last 10 years. Gone are the days of flash. Hello are the days of LASER tattoo removal. You are probably wondering why I would even get a tattoo lasered off my leg …
It boils down to one fucking thing – I hated the disaster of a tattoo on my leg!
The more I looked at it and the more people questioned what it was, the more insecure I felt about it. I am on a journey in my life right now to find inner happiness and peace and all that zen shit and I really just want to be proud of the tattoo that takes up some serious real estate on my leg.
The tattoo was once a 3 heart-ed fairy dust ode to some friendships I made in my early twenties with some of the women I worked with. At the time I didn’t realize they were just trying to care for me and mother me and love me – at the time they were my friends. I still remember the day Nell showed up on my door in Antigonish. It was so amazing and beautiful and what friends do. Many years later after my friendships dwindled because of distance and a heavy dose of drugs became the norm I caught feelings in what was to become a very painful relationship. I got the hearts covered with a lotus. I was determined there was beauty at the bottom of this ugly pond I was swimming in and the tattoo cover up was to be a reminder to find beauty anywhere – the thing is – the tattoo turned out to be a disaster … and for a long time I embraced it in my life. A beautiful mess of running, disappearing and evasiveness.
Fast foward through a bunch of personal blogs, and randomness and growth and running and rock bottom and here I am – in Edmonton – the last place I thought I would ever be and I am making it work. And as fucking cheezy as it sounds healing my broken wings – refusing to take shit from know one (no matter the cost) and dealing with all the shit that I didn’t have time to deal with before … like fixing the gawd awful mess on my legs.
That’s all folks – until next time!