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There is no denying that I love to read, I read every chance I get. I am also the person who prefers to hold a book and read it in its truest form, printed. I will admit though that I recently have become addicted to the eLibrary and if you have access to a library in any form you should be using it extensively! Let’s make America read again!
We are all really busy, like really busy. Believe me I know! We are also all inundated with tons of posts on the internet telling us to embrace self-care, to slow down, to make sure that we are taking time for ourselves. Believe me, I am a huge fan of taking some time for myself. I also have the most insane schedule so I understand that in this world where everyone is shoving “slowing down” down our throats I eye roll at self-care too.
When I look at the women who have forged the paths for us today, the women who inspire me everyday, and just people in general who I think are incredible and have done incredible things, there is one thing they have in common, none of their paths were the same. Some were paved with more privilege, some were hard and rocky, all of them encountered choices they had to make along the way that narrated their paths.
How do you save when you are barely making ends meet and are paying off your debt? You do the best you can to save what you can, where you can. It is surprising what can happen when you decide to put your financial happiness and freedom at the top of your priorities. You begin to see that saving is not nearly as hard as it seemed at first glance because living minimally isn’t all that bad.
We saw each other through the darkest days, held each other’s hands as we made big decisions, and shared all the best memories together….so what happened? Sometimes life has a way of happening and it all falls apart.
I am a big fan of small steps. In my health journey I have found that if I can find little things that help me to live a healthier life without making me feel overwhelmed or as though I am radically changing my life.
My biggest insecurity besides my belly fat has always been my skin. It’s always been a battlefield in my bathroom, an arsenal of products strewn on the counter each wielded in hopes of making me look less like a troll and more like a pretty princess…I had it down pretty good I thought, I only had a pimple here and there but then I turned 26 and my face said eff you!
We have all been told over and over again that the one thing you never discuss is MONEY. We are told it isn’t ladylike or polite to discuss money. Quite frankly I hate talking about money. I hate talking about it though because I have none. When I joke that I am a broke bitch, I am not kidding, I am so freaking broke. I am a paycheck to paycheck kind of girl. You wouldn’t have guessed that judging by my instagram or lifestyle. I travel, I pay to go to pilates, I eat out, I buy fancy expensive drinks when I am out with friends, by all accounts you wouldn’t think that I don’t have money.
One thing is for certain, I hate going to the gym. There is a certain amount of anxiety that sets in when I even contemplate walking down my apartment hallway to the gym. The only time I have successfully maintained a gym membership was while living in Chicago, and that was only because I had a trainer and there was a women’s only room that no one was ever in! Needless to say I have spent the majority of my life avoiding exercise unless forced into it.