Wisdomist Wednesday: Stress Relief


Life can be tough sometimes.

Whether you’re 5 or 95, sometimes the going gets coo-coo for cocoa puffs!!

Think about it:




Final Exams


Making the soccer team

Earning a spot in Band


Finding a job that you like


Family commitments

Work commitments

Financial commitments



Living a healthy lifestyle

Getting enough rest


 With trying to create a balance of all of that at any age – it can be FREAKING HARD!!

So, what do you do to cope with life’s stresses?

 Some days, I’ll be honest – I just want to give up! I want to throw in the towel and call it quits … I want to jump into bed, fall asleep and pretend it will all be better when I wake up. I’ve come to learn, that while I get in some extra snooze time, by doing this … the issues never actually just disappears. It’s really how I decide to deal with all of it.

 Growing up, I used different tactics – talking to family members helped a lot. I would also read, to take my mind off whatever it was that was bothering me. As I grew up, I began making “pro and con” lists to help me make decision – I made actions plans, focusing on what I could actually control – I set goals for myself .

 Now, to relieve stress … there are a bunch of little things that I do. Things just for myself, instead of focusing on pleasing everyone else ( HOLY MOLY THIS TOOK ME A LOOOONNNG ASS TIME TO LEARN how to do … and I still haven’t come close to mastering it!!).

 I’ve recently started keeping a journal. To me, it’s sort of like talking to someone. Except, the person you’re talking to just listens – there’s no response. You don’t have to be kind – you don’t have to watch your p’s & q’s .. I just write, anything – everything – whatever is on my mind … good or bad. It helps me relieve emotional stress, and at least get out into the world whatever it is that’s clogging my mind.

 I also bake/cook. As crazy as this may sound, when I’m in my kitchen – I’m in my world – I’m in my groove. I get relief from creating something delicious, then sharing it, and experiencing the emotions of others as they indulge in whatever it is I’ve made. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy – cookies work wonders!!

 For the last couple of years, I’ve also worked out. I hate it. I will never ever ever love working out. And the reason, when I head to the gym or decide to do an at home circuit – I get my behind kicked.every.single.time. But that’s also why I do it. It’s physical.  Most often I have to drag myself to do it – after though, I feel a million times better. This may be me all in my head, but there’s something about pushing my body physically to it’s limits – feeling a burn – physically stretching my body out … that helps me release life’s chaos.

 I’ve also found myself accepting a lot of life’s challenges. The fact of the matter is shit happens. Live, learn, laugh.

 Sorry for the babble today – it just seems as I look around a lot of people near and dear are feeling the pressure these days … and if I could, I would reach out and hug every single one of them. I would also remind them that stress isn’t bad, in fact – it teaches you just how amazingly strong you are and how intelligent you can be when making life choices.

 You do you boo boo, you’re damn good at doing you!! … sorry – just when you think I could be serious, I go and ruin it.  I want to know though, what do you to escape when need be?

Wisdomist Wednesday : Beautiful

I had a pretty interesting conversation with mama LTSL recently – Mr. LTSL and I spent Sunday night at my family’s home, we were on our way back from one of the most beautiful wedding’s I’ve ever been to, instead of hustling back home – we took a load off at Mama & Papa LTSL’s home.

I was exhausted. Mr. LTSL was exhausted – we had an amazing weekend, but our tired eyes and slow moving body told the tale of one phenomenal party, and tons of traveling in a short amount of time. While talking to my mom, she turned to me and she said you look so beautiful.

My mom is always filled with compliments – but I was literally wearing a pair of torn jeans, a little white top, my hair was messy, my eyes tired – no make-up – nothing fancy.

I responded, that I was happy.

And it got me thinking – for my entire life, I’ve been consumed with looking a certain way – acting a certain way – I would be on the constant hunt for acceptance.


For the first time, in a long time I actually feel beautiful. And this feeling has nothing to do with the numbers on the scale, it has nothing to do with the size of the jeans I was wearing, the length of my legs nor the style of my hair. This feeling has everything to do with how often I am laughing, the glow in my smile and sparkle I see in each day. It is the love that I feel and am able to give. It’s the acceptance of life – for all that it is, good – bad – ugly- exciting and scary. It is everything to do with the people in my life, and the happiness that I feel.

It’s the realization, that the acceptance I was looking for – actually came from myself, no one else.