***Total Shit Show Alert***
It’s 10:30 in the morning, and my day is already out of control.
I over-scheduled myself. My husband was supposed to be home but got called back to work early (because he got promoted! Yay! Except, fuck).
Already, I have:
* taken my wookie-looking dog to the groomer. Where I lost my son in a back office (he was sending a fax. Nbd)
* taken the aforementioned toddler to daycare. Where he spazzed his shit, following me out the door, screaming, “Mimi, noooooo”
* I have two client calls (yay!) on about 3 hours sleep (boooo!) and first Soul Class 2.0 tonight (huge yaaaay! There are a few spaces! Come manifest with us)
I was driving home, almost in tears. Completely frazzled and overwhelmed.
It would have been totally feasible for me to fall completely apart.
In fact, Erin from five years ago would probably have done that exact thing.
At the very least, she would have taken all the busyness and schedule changes as the perfect opportunity to vibe low. Take poor care of herself.
The temptation is still there. But we’re changing our habits so we can live better lives, right???
So, here’s how I vibed higher on a day when I was kinda tempted to sulk.
I ate breakfast (okay, so it was bagged kale salad with leftover roasted veg and turkey burger. Food groups were covered. Nutrients absorbed. Not the most inspired meal, but it did the trick)
took my supplements (Vitamin D because grey, Macha for energy, iron because I’m anemic, Evening Primrose to stave off PMS symptoms, probiotic because happy gut = happy life)
did my hair (I know there are some rare unicorns who GASP style their hair EVERY DAY. I am not such a unicorn. But I did today)
put on some cinnamon oil. I don’t know oils very well, but it makes me feel energized and happy
drank water (with lemon. Instead of the third coffee I was reaching for. Baby steps)
danced to my emergency high-vibe playlist. Go-to songs include “Lighters” by Bad Meets Evil ft Bruno Mars and “DayDreamer” by KarlK feat GuitK
told the truth. There’s a blue jay, screeching at me from outside my office window. I always think that screech is saying, “TELL THE TRUTH”. So I sat down to write this to you beautiful babes. Because I don’t ever want you to think that i have my shit together all the time (or even often).
I just know how to pull my head out of my ass in a fairly efficient manner, and do so as frequently as possible.
What are your quickest strategies for getting back to the business of high-vibe-living?
Comment below with your best tips!
✨Back to lighting shit up,