I choose to do the things I love.

I’m writing this as I sit on my yoga mat with a glass of water and my journal beside me. I haven’t written anything in a while and for no particularly good reason. I’ve even known for sometime what I would write about next.

Why do we stop doing the things we love most when we get “busy”?

I know I’m not alone in this.

There have been some big changes since my last post. I gained and lost, but mostly gained, some employees. I launched a new membership within Pursuit. I overhauled Pursuit’s website. I became a #crazyplantlady because I’ve fallen in love with #plantparenthood (and its hashtags, clearly). And I’m sure there’s more but I can’t think of it now.

Needless to say, the changes that have occurred are not so drastic or monumental that it warrants the complete halt of many of my forms of self-care. The worst part? Every day that I didn’t do the things I know I love to do I would tell myself I’m a little shit. I’m a shit for not stretching, breathing, reading, writing. I’m a shit for spending over an hour on social media every day but couldn’t get my ass on the mat for 10 minutes. I’m a shit because I know the only thing that’s going to get me back in the rhythm of doing the things I love is to JUST DO THE THINGS I LOVE.

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How is it that I’ve made a career – a life – out of encouraging others to practice their self-care regularly yet I don’t drink my own Kool Aid (or water) frequently enough? Perhaps this is how I know my business will be successful because I know I’m not the only one with their backwards habit.

Well, enough is enough. I’m using the start of a new month to mark the resurgence of the life I love most. The one where I KNOW I’m prioritizing my self-care, my creativity, my rest and my health.

I’m back, baby. And after 45 minutes on my mat and another 15 with my journal, it already feels fucking fantastic.