It wasn’t a normal Saturday. After a meeting, everything that I had been feeling over the past few months came rushing to the surface. Tears couldn’t seem to stop for hours. I had a good cry, one of those that didn’t seem to make any sense, where every feeling that had been pushed down rose in the form of tears. I finally gave my heart a voice.
Often times I find that when my business is going great, my personal life is less than great, or vice versa. As someone that operates at a high capacity, it’s easy to look at the highlight reels of others and allow for voices of comparison and limitation to take the driver’s seat. However, after this past weekend I’m reminded of the value of giving your heart a voice. When it comes to self care, only I truly know how to take care of myself. Knowing when to give yourself grace, to take care of yourself body, soul, and spirit, laying other items to the side. Self-care isn’t selfish or narcissistic, rather it allows you to show up, bringing your best self to the table, and the ability to serve others over and over again. In light of this, we put together a little list to brighten up your Monday. Regardless of the season, dream you’ve been chasing, or length of your to do list, take some time for self care today.
It’s crazy to think that in just a few short weeks summer will be over. In week we’re in T-minus two weeks of a serious launch and start school at the same time. Throwing in a wedding of a dear college friend in the Midwest next, we’ll be operating in overdrive around here for the next few days. With that in mind, we’re taking full advantage of our last weekend of summer. From symphonies by the lake, to cornhole on the downtown green, hikes on snow cladded mountains and placid lakes, it’s going to be a full weekend embracing everything that the last golden evenings of summer hold.
I don’t have much knowledge when it comes to cars. If anyone starts rattling off stats about cars, I quickly seem to go comatose and my eyes slightly glass over, looking for a quick redirect to any other topic of conversation. For those of you who know me personally, it was time for my car of 13 years to be replaced. “Little purple” as I affectionately called her was a sad sight. Most of her clear coat was gone, paint was starting to rust through, her roof liner was dry rotted, and 3 out of the 4 interior door handles were broken.
When it comes to flying solo, there’s nothing quite like a visit to the used car lot to wrack you mentally. I don’t have the person to break out all of their car knowledge, do heavy negotiating, and know the stats on every car. Rather, I come in with my feeble carfax reports, comps, and hoping that a purchase will come in at my price point. To be honest, I can’t get out of my head the picture and stigma of a used car salesman. Whether it’s the greasy hair, thick combed mustache, Ron Swanson character, there’s something that is always stereotypically correct when you encounter the first character off the lot. But we’re all about facing fears, finding courage, and being the single lady that can handle most anything, so we headed to the car lot, knowing a car we had in mind.
There are moments when we look back and there are pieces, fragments and seemingly innocuous moments that don’t fit together. Regardless of how you look at them, they just don’t seem to make sense. The chips fall where they fall. Failures and disappointments happen in the ebb and flows of life. More than anything, I’ve learned there’s something about resilience. Having the ability to look at disappointments and failures and move forward changes everything. Over the past year, it seems that this is a lesson I’ve been learning over and over again. However, there is one thing I have learned- failure is never fatal. It’s how quickly and gracefully we get back up that makes all the difference.
Happy Monday everyone!
We’re in the height of summer around here. With it comes sweltering heat, a bit of hibernating, and loads of iced coffee. As we’ve spent almost a month back home, we’re in the fullness of the cusp of adulting. Some days it’s exhilarating, other days it can feel exhausting. We absolutely love our clients and everything they represent. But at the end of the day, hustle is still hustle. There’s beauty to the tension.