Does everything really need a title?
I woke up Monday morning and I decided I was no longer going to be depressed. I was sick of it, and I was sick of sitting in it. I started therapy a couple of weeks ago, and we're still in the "getting to know my therapist so I don't have to repeat my trauma until I find a match" phase. But I really connect with her and two things tell me she's solid: 1. We have the exact same birthday, how could I not love another Sag woman to talk to weekly and 2. She told me, and I quote, "Yes, I can be personable but part of being personable is calling you out on your shit", in a thick Rhode Island accent, which had me sold.
But back to Monday, I woke up feeling refreshed, which for me is more than enough to be grateful for. I slipped into a new two piece workout set, and for the first time in months didn't feel a type of way about who I was looking at in the mirror.
Aspen and I did the morning routine thang, packed a bag for the beach, and headed out early for the day. Living in LA has turned me into an iced coffee girl and my all-time favorite cafe is now right around the corner. Don't get me wrong, I will forever love a shitty cup of coffee, but I will absolutely spend $7 on this particular cup of silky goodness and did just that.
The best things in life are like butter. Sashimi. A good Chardonnay. Chapstick. And an iced coffee.
Ironically, my favorite beach spot is where the opening scene of my favorite movie begins. So as expected, I can't help but visualize Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta as a pair of lovers approaching the end of a summer romance. I live for it.
I've always said I wanted to be a dolphin in another life so that I could swim all day and pop my nose out for an occasional kiss from the sun. But as I watched the pelicans glide right above the ocean, I craved the liberty that comes with flying.
I think I'lI skydive this year.
Last year was one of the best years of my career (Thank you God) yet one of the most stressful years of my personal life. Stress is hell and it will eat you alive if you don't learn to manage it in a way that works best for you. I promised myself that this year would be different and it already has been. I finally came to the realization that who I am as a person is my purpose - not a career, not a relationship, and definitely not a social status - just plain ole me and the things that make me who I am. Getting back to her is the only goal I have this year - everything else will be a cherry on top with gratitude.
If you made it this far, I'm impressed and I hope my random thoughts inspire at least one person.
xo Laik
Currently Playing: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6eerb58yKLhl16f7ZHpGH0?si=Nf3OEtciTfm6IkrWzszoMg
Currently Reading: 8 Rules of Love by Jay Shetty