I’m not a DIY kinda gal.
I’m a buy it already ready to display and on sale kinda gal.
I’m not a make it from scratch to take to a potluck or holiday gathering kinda gal.
I’m a buy it pre-made or- ok-I’ll semi homemake it if I must kinda gal.
I’m not a meal planner kinda gal.
I’m a just find something to eat kinda gal.
I’m not an event planner kinda gal.
I’m a wake up and see what I feel like doing kinda gal.
I’m not a financially minded kinda gal.
I’m a the lottery is my only way to financial independence kinda gal.
I’m not a hike a trail for relaxation kinda gal.
I’m a sit outside in the shade and breeze thinking about life kinda gal.
I’m not a play with the kids type of gal.
I’m a let’s watch a movie together kinda gal.
I don’t find joy in cooking and I’m not a fan of big weekend plans.
So, I have an idea.
Let’s be honest about what fuels us and painfully honest about what steals from us.
Let’s ask for help where we could use it and grace when we need it.
Let’s spend more time on the things that actually restore us and less time justifying why the things that “should” restore us- don’t.
It’s ok if your idea of the perfect Sunday is eating food someone else has made, going for a drive down country roads with your Spotify playlist on shuffle, and then spending the evening on the couch laughing and snuggling with your people.
Don’t let other people’s feed infiltrate your joy.
Let them experience and share theirs while you simultaneously experience and share yours.
Joy is ours for the taking and we can celebrate the different ways in which we find it- without judgement from one another and most importantly- without judgement towards ourselves.
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