If the thought of your next meal brings anxiety and bloating instead of contentment and joy – welcome home, dear one. You’ve come to the right place.
I can’t count the number of times I had to change my outfit before leaving the house because of the discomfort of
Yesterday, I woke up with a feeling of heaviness, moodiness, a taunting dread. I just couldn’t get out of bed.
I did what any self-sabotaging creature of habit would do: grabbed my phone, opened Instagram, and started doomscrolling.
I know I’m headed for a bad start when I
Lately, I’ve been thinking about motivation, and how I’m simply no longer available for the kind that feels like force.
Maybe I’m being too harsh with Mr. Motivation.
But I wonder if what we call a lack of motivation is simply the absence of inner desire.
And
If the thought of your next meal brings anxiety and bloating instead of contentment and joy – welcome home, dear one. You’ve come to the right place.
I can’t count the number of times I had to change my outfit before leaving the house because of the discomfort of