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"You are the stories you tell yourself." I believe

"You are the stories you tell yourself." I believe that. Our thoughts become things, become our reality. How we speak to ourselves - and about ourselves - matters.

I'm generally pretty good at speaking truth into my life. But not always. Sometimes, I go through seasons where I believe all sorts of lies - lies about my purpose, my talent, my health, my worth. So many lies about my worth. I've been in one of those places lately. My anxiety has been bossy and I've spent a lot of time feeling "not good enough" in a lot of areas of my life.

I was reminding by a sweet client yesterday though that how I speak about myself MATTERS.

How you speak about yourself MATTERS.

So let's go through a journaling exercise together, yeah?

Sit down with your journal and pen and answer these questions:

1) What stories am I telling myself RIGHT NOW?

2) Are these stories true?

3) How can I re-write these stories to be true? To be more reflective of the person I want to be?

Once you have reframed the stories you've been telling yourself, speak them out loud. There is POWER in saying things out loud. If you really want to level up, look in the mirror, directly into your own eyes, and tell yourself these new stories. Repeat this as needed, until you believe them in your very bones. Until they are your reality.

How you speak about yourself matters.

Speak well.

Speak true.

Speak kind.

Save this post for later!

#journaling #journalprompts #selfcare

"It only takes one." That's a favorite mantra of

"It only takes one."

That's a favorite mantra of mine. It only one takes one - one job offer, one first date, one email sent, one "YES" to change your life, change your direction, change - everything.

It can feel like an endless cycle of no and rejection and more nos and more rejections.

But it just takes one.

Only one.

Keep going.

Griff is ONE today. 😭 Something I have only t

Griff is ONE today. 😭

Something I have only told maybe 2 people: I almost gave him back to the rescue during our trial period. He was a HARD puppy. He’s still a handful honestly, but those first couple of weeks were terrible. He would cry for hours in the middle of the night and more than once I was laying on the floor crying with him because I was so tired. Knox hated him, and Griff couldn’t comprehend why he needed to learn “how to be alone” sometimes - the human did have to leave the house on occasion.

But I also knew he was *my* dog so we stayed the course and now I can’t imagine this apartment without the utter chaos he brings to each day. He’s Knox’s polar opposite. While Knox has always been high maintenance and stuck in his ways, he’s been a pretty easy dog and in hindsight was a dream of a puppy. Griff can run for hours, eats absolutely anything, and has the loudest bark imaginable for something so small that he’s still trying to figure out when it’s appropriate to use versus when we need to keep our thoughts to ourselves.

He’s also the sweetest, happiest dog that ever existed. Constant tail wagging and the vet says he loves people and dogs almost too much (also opposite of Knox 🤣). They call him the mayor of the El Segundo dog park because he greets every single dog and person as they arrive. And the snuggles. You will not find another dog that snuggles better than Griff. We’re talking full body flips into a pile of jello snuggles.

He’ll get to go pick out a new toy and a special treat later today, but his biggest birthday wish - that Knox will play with him instead of around him - probably won’t come true today. We’re working on it though. 🤣 He’d be happy with a plastic bottle. Loves a plastic bottle. And I’m pretty sure he also wants a big open space full of grass to run in instead of the sand and dust of SoCal. Mama’s working on it, buddy. Griff would 12/10 thrive in an open space. Would also probably run away but he’s microchipped. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Happy birthday, Griff! Please don’t eat garbage today.

#adoptdontshop

When did we lose the desire to celebrate? I've be

When did we lose the desire to celebrate?

I've been thinking about this a lot: the idea that our sharing good news or celebrating new life, new jobs, new engagements should come with a trigger warning. It's been especially top of mind today, Mother's Day, when among all the Mother's Day well-wishes are also memes reminding people that not everyone has joy on Mother's Day.

On one hand, I get it. Mother's Day isn't my favorite either. It was the first holiday to roll around after my mom died in 2019. It's always a bittersweet day. I can't deny the pang of sadness when I wished my barre class moms a Happy Mother's Day this morning. My heart goes out to family and friends struggling with recent losses of their mothers. Fractured relationships with their mothers. Desires to be a mother going unfulfilled another year. I understand why this day - like other holidays - can be hard and why seeing those celebrations on social media can be painful.

But why can't we celebrate? There is so much "bad" in the world right now. Why can't we lean into the things that make us happy without worrying about who might be offended by our good news? It's not especially ~ easy ~ for me to see another friend announce an engagement as a woman who wants to be a wife, but I still have room to celebrate next to that ache. I still have space to give to joy.

Life is complicate. It's messy. Some seasons are dark. Real dark. The kind of dark it gets way out in the country on a cloudy night when not even the moon can break through. The kind of dark that's suffocating and silent.

The kind of dark that feels like it goes on forever and yet... It never lasts.

Let's celebrate when we can.

Let's celebrate each other's good news. Mothers and fathers and weddings and babies and new jobs and new businesses.

Let's be a light in some of that darkness

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sarahwyland

"You are the stories you tell yourself." I believe

"You are the stories you tell yourself." I believe that. Our thoughts become things, become our reality. How we speak to ourselves - and about ourselves - matters.

I'm generally pretty good at speaking truth into my life. But not always. Sometimes, I go through seasons where I believe all sorts of lies - lies about my purpose, my talent, my health, my worth. So many lies about my worth. I've been in one of those places lately. My anxiety has been bossy and I've spent a lot of time feeling "not good enough" in a lot of areas of my life.

I was reminding by a sweet client yesterday though that how I speak about myself MATTERS.

How you speak about yourself MATTERS.

So let's go through a journaling exercise together, yeah?

Sit down with your journal and pen and answer these questions:

1) What stories am I telling myself RIGHT NOW?

2) Are these stories true?

3) How can I re-write these stories to be true? To be more reflective of the person I want to be?

Once you have reframed the stories you've been telling yourself, speak them out loud. There is POWER in saying things out loud. If you really want to level up, look in the mirror, directly into your own eyes, and tell yourself these new stories. Repeat this as needed, until you believe them in your very bones. Until they are your reality.

How you speak about yourself matters.

Speak well.

Speak true.

Speak kind.

Save this post for later!

#journaling #journalprompts #selfcare

"It only takes one." That's a favorite mantra of

"It only takes one."

That's a favorite mantra of mine. It only one takes one - one job offer, one first date, one email sent, one "YES" to change your life, change your direction, change - everything.

It can feel like an endless cycle of no and rejection and more nos and more rejections.

But it just takes one.

Only one.

Keep going.

Griff is ONE today. 😭 Something I have only t

Griff is ONE today. 😭

Something I have only told maybe 2 people: I almost gave him back to the rescue during our trial period. He was a HARD puppy. He’s still a handful honestly, but those first couple of weeks were terrible. He would cry for hours in the middle of the night and more than once I was laying on the floor crying with him because I was so tired. Knox hated him, and Griff couldn’t comprehend why he needed to learn “how to be alone” sometimes - the human did have to leave the house on occasion.

But I also knew he was *my* dog so we stayed the course and now I can’t imagine this apartment without the utter chaos he brings to each day. He’s Knox’s polar opposite. While Knox has always been high maintenance and stuck in his ways, he’s been a pretty easy dog and in hindsight was a dream of a puppy. Griff can run for hours, eats absolutely anything, and has the loudest bark imaginable for something so small that he’s still trying to figure out when it’s appropriate to use versus when we need to keep our thoughts to ourselves.

He’s also the sweetest, happiest dog that ever existed. Constant tail wagging and the vet says he loves people and dogs almost too much (also opposite of Knox 🤣). They call him the mayor of the El Segundo dog park because he greets every single dog and person as they arrive. And the snuggles. You will not find another dog that snuggles better than Griff. We’re talking full body flips into a pile of jello snuggles.

He’ll get to go pick out a new toy and a special treat later today, but his biggest birthday wish - that Knox will play with him instead of around him - probably won’t come true today. We’re working on it though. 🤣 He’d be happy with a plastic bottle. Loves a plastic bottle. And I’m pretty sure he also wants a big open space full of grass to run in instead of the sand and dust of SoCal. Mama’s working on it, buddy. Griff would 12/10 thrive in an open space. Would also probably run away but he’s microchipped. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Happy birthday, Griff! Please don’t eat garbage today.

#adoptdontshop

When did we lose the desire to celebrate? I've be

When did we lose the desire to celebrate?

I've been thinking about this a lot: the idea that our sharing good news or celebrating new life, new jobs, new engagements should come with a trigger warning. It's been especially top of mind today, Mother's Day, when among all the Mother's Day well-wishes are also memes reminding people that not everyone has joy on Mother's Day.

On one hand, I get it. Mother's Day isn't my favorite either. It was the first holiday to roll around after my mom died in 2019. It's always a bittersweet day. I can't deny the pang of sadness when I wished my barre class moms a Happy Mother's Day this morning. My heart goes out to family and friends struggling with recent losses of their mothers. Fractured relationships with their mothers. Desires to be a mother going unfulfilled another year. I understand why this day - like other holidays - can be hard and why seeing those celebrations on social media can be painful.

But why can't we celebrate? There is so much "bad" in the world right now. Why can't we lean into the things that make us happy without worrying about who might be offended by our good news? It's not especially ~ easy ~ for me to see another friend announce an engagement as a woman who wants to be a wife, but I still have room to celebrate next to that ache. I still have space to give to joy.

Life is complicate. It's messy. Some seasons are dark. Real dark. The kind of dark it gets way out in the country on a cloudy night when not even the moon can break through. The kind of dark that's suffocating and silent.

The kind of dark that feels like it goes on forever and yet... It never lasts.

Let's celebrate when we can.

Let's celebrate each other's good news. Mothers and fathers and weddings and babies and new jobs and new businesses.

Let's be a light in some of that darkness

I've been in a funky mood today. I have days like

I've been in a funky mood today. I have days like this once in a while, when I'm down and my fuse is shorter and I'm just not hitting on all cylinders. Sometimes I don't know what triggers it. Other times, like today, I have an idea. Today's culprit can be culled down to timing - mine vs. God's. I've sown the seeds, but He's still cultivating them while I'm eagerly watching the dirt for the first sprigs of green to sprout.

Have you ever gotten a car stuck in the mud? The harder you push down on the gas, the more the wheels spin, but you're still not going anywhere. Sometimes, you even dig yourself in deeper. That's how I've felt lately, waiting to be pulled from the mud.

I know when I'm in these funky moods, I just have to be in them. I have to let myself feel the feels and be a little bummed out for a while. And then, like clockwork, I wake up the next day in a much better place. As long as I don't try to "force" myself to feel better in the moment.

Seasons of sowing aren't always fun. They're necessary though - you can't harvest what doesn't grow.

And so I'll tend my seeds and wait for the first sprouts to show. Because when they finally break through the dirt and get that first taste of fresh air, they tend to grow like wild.

Sow your seeds. Tend your feelings. Let things grow - harvest will come in due time.

#nashville #selflove #selfcare #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #sowyourseed

Speaking up is hard. You wonder who will judge you

Speaking up is hard. You wonder who will judge you, who will get angry with you, who might turn their back on you. You even wonder if you will get "canceled" or lose out on an opportunity because you dared to lift your voice.

But I had to take that risk.

Some things are worth speaking up for.

#roevwade #prochoice #womensrights

I've been searching and listening all day for some

*Goes to @athleta to replace one pair of black leg

*Goes to @athleta to replace one pair of black leggings.

**Leaves with two new outfits (plus the black leggings)

So many greens and blues and neon to choose from right now. And these leggings might be the softest thing I’ve ever owned. 😍

#athleisure #athleta #powerofshe #fitnesslife #purebarre

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