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Rest: Hell, My Body Needs This

January 23, 2022 by Heather J in Blog, Dating, Lifestyle, BlackWoman, Boundaries, MentalHealth, Poetry, SelfCare, Women

Rest.

There is a powerful message in the concept of filling your own cup. Yes, filling your cup, allowing your cup to overflow and learning daily, that you cannot pour from an empty cup.

But what do you do when your cup is dry? Not empty, but dry?

Rest.

In my first published book, I wrote a small note to myself about my cup being chipped, empty and dry at times. That was my first self-reminder about its importance.

“What comes out of the cup is for ya”ll. What’s in the cup is mine. But I’ve got to keep my cup full. ”
— Iyanla Vanzant

This past week, I experienced JOY, happiness, fatigue, grief, and all the emotions that make us human. Right? I pay close attention to the days I feel fatigued and exhausted. Lack of rest and clarity can disrupt quite a bit in our daily lives, I am a huge advocate for naps! Or in other words, resting my eyes. Our bodies can feel, detect and warn us when it is time to slow down, take a pause and FULL on stop.

This memo was loud and clear for me this past week. I fully cancelled Thursday.

Thursday morning, I was halfway through an assignment and multiple e-mails. Needless to say, I had so many tabs open in my mind; a growing to-do list, imposter syndrome wouldn’t let me rest, and I was constantly going on a few hours of sleep. I had class within the hour, so my anxiety crept upon me and wouldn’t allow me to type let alone finish my assignment. I began to panic.

Oh! To add insult to injury, the weather was a mixture of rain, snow, bitter cold, and I checked my ovulation calendar …let’s just say, I cried a salty river. I came to the abrupt conclusion, I needed to rest.

I’ve grown from feeling guilty when I take a day off, skip an assignment, call out from anything, and simply put ME first. I’ve grown past that. I recognize that everyone’s situation and circumstances may be different, but it took some severe ill moments for me, personally, to learn this.

Right before my move to Philly, I was committed to the hospital. I was in the hospital as a result of stress and exhaustion. I was still committed to finishing up my transition reports at work , packing my apartment, financial budgeting, trying to maintain my sanity and all the things in between. I had some amazing moments with friends before I left Atlanta, but stress and exhaustion had me weak and in a hospital bed. This wasn’t the first time, but I vowed it would be the last, if I had any control over it. I knew my breaking points, but I ignored them.

Last Thursday, it felt good to be on do not disturb in all aspects; with work, school, personal relationships and all. I even muted the dating apps! I stripped down, allowed my tears to flow and slept all day. I realized I had emotions I needed to feel, productivity I needed to put at a halt, and honestly shut down and rest. My body needed it. I’ve been at capacity, and moving forward I am holding myself accountable to paying attention to that a bit more.

Living a life of ease, patience, and rest is what I am committed to. That is a component of self-care and self-love is for me.

What did Savannah (Whitney Houston) say in Waiting to Exhale? “Hell, my body needs this.” I felt Savannah on the level she was coming from, but in this context, I’m speaking rest.

It’s Sunday evening and I am basking in my rest and pleasures. I have a glass of dry red wine, chocolate covered cashews, and Jumping the Broom is playing as background noise. I’ve shared my current read below, and I have found that reading throughout the week has added a switch up to my daily routine.

I encourage you to find something simple to switch up your weekly routines to avoid burnout. Maybe make a fun to-do list that relates to things that you find enjoyable, things you can mix into your daily work and pleasure habits. Find time for YOU and REST.

Take care.

Current read: WILL - Memoir by Will Smith

Would you all like my weekly reads? My writing playlists? Leave a comment below, let me know.

Heather J.

January 23, 2022 /Heather J
rest, selfcare, selflove, blog, blogger, sex, life
Blog, Dating, Lifestyle, BlackWoman, Boundaries, MentalHealth, Poetry, SelfCare, Women
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Free Mind: Small Progress is Progress

January 16, 2022 by Heather J in BlackWoman, Blog, Boundaries, Dating, Lifestyle

Free Mind.

The thoughts that were going through my mind this morning were thoughts of gratitude and adoration for self. True appreciation and comfort for self.

I’m so fucking proud of ME.

After my self-massage out of the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror and spoke those words to myself, I really meant it. I focused on who I was in that exact moment, the space surrounding me and who was looking at. I reflected on this past week. A smile appeared, I laughed. I am proud of me.

I don’t tell myself that enough.

The small steps toward my own healing and growth make me proud; I am able to recognize my own progress. This past Wednesday, I was able to be honest with myself in a session with my psychiatrist about a particular situation that recently transpired. After a helpful suggestion, I responded by saying out loud “my emotional maturity about that isn’t where it needs to be right now.” You may read this and think it’s simple. It’s not. It was not easy admitting that out loud, but when I did, I was honest. That is what really mattered to me in that moment. The ability to be honest, receive feedback, and remind myself that it may take some time to get me there. So until I am there, I was encouraged to spend time with that feeling. Not having an immediate solution works well for me. Also, with this situation and in that moment what was most helpful and rewarding to me was identifying and acknowledging my emotions.

This past week, I resonated and re-posted an image seen on social media: “say it with me: I can be proud of myself and want more for myself at the same damn time” (MichellCClark). Both can be at the same time, yes. There are some days I struggle with the latter more than others and find myself drowning in thoughts of comparison. I can be honest and say that. But even wanting more for myself can be areas of growth on the internal work I’m doing.

Focusing on gratitude, while reflecting intentionally has served such a great purpose. I am not in the same space I was at the start of 2021. For that, I am beyond grateful. The amount of growth, lessons, laughter, tears and new forming spaces has opened my eyes up to be grateful each morning I wake up. In my yawning, scrolling, aching, and morning routines, I find a new meaning in being present.

I am proud of myself for not giving up.

Even on my toughest days, I see my beautiful blessings.

My Sunday will be spent creating beautiful stories. Currently, I’m working on a few project (both short pieces and longer works). Learning to have fun with what I’m doing, embracing who I am and believing I am capable has been rewarding. I’m proud of myself for having the courage to share my work, read my work aloud. Small steps but progress.

Fearless, 2022.

January 16, 2022 /Heather J
growth, love, life, therapy, celebration
BlackWoman, Blog, Boundaries, Dating, Lifestyle
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Romantic Single: Love Languages

September 01, 2021 by Heather J in BlackWoman, Blog, Boundaries, Dating, Lifestyle, MentalHealth, Poetry, SelfCare, Women

Deeply thinking about how I give and receive love.

I love all things romance.

I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I do believe in right person, wrong timing? Maybe? Or the value in experiencing someone during a particular chapter in one’s story? I’ve recently watched some amazing Black love stories that have supported my thoughts in this sentiment which I go back & forth with (next blog post).

I love, love.

I simply love romance. Within any experience, whether it’s self-love, intimate, platonic. I enjoy cultivating a connection of care, appreciation and vulnerability. Experiencing honesty, sharing warm linens with someone the morning after, legs connected at the thighs. Can you tell you I love deep-descriptive engagements? Poetry? Notable mention, a shared space of silence between myself and another is deeply appreciated. I love novels, fine champagne, classic Black silk robes, jazz music, Pinot Noir, French cuisine, fresh bouquets of red roses, Black love.

I enjoy intimacy, self-luxurious activities. I enjoy experiences. I enjoy kind and gentle partners.

I enjoy sex.

I’m currently enjoying and embracing my single journey. My deepest love during this time is for my creative art. My characters develop each day. I find comfort in beginning new freshly blank journals. I can honestly say, I catch flights often and occasionally catch feelings, both can exist LOL. I’m in a space of maturity and self-awareness to engage in casual sex with shared communication of healthy boundaries established up front. I absolutely love things that make me feel both present and alive.

All these things can be true, be present, and have my desired love languages involved; in both receiving and giving.

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For Self-Love

I absolutely love spending time with myself. My top love language for self-love is Quality Time, through and through. I drown myself in ways I find luxurious, beautiful pleasuring. I take myself on some of the best dates if I must say so myself. My time is spent intentionally doing activities that I find enjoyable escaping whatever reality may be true to enjoy the moment. Grasping onto moments where I can stay present, enjoying myself and loving on myself gently.

One of my favorite ways to spend time with myself is taking myself to dinner and a movie. I usually begin each week with a brand new beautiful bouquet of flowers, intentional journaling time (Sunday Love Notes), and my selected day of the week where I will plan my date night. Depending on the week (and budget) I’ll plan multiple activities. I never regret spending time with myself and giving myself what I want and need. I don’t deny myself the pleasure I need, that’s in any aspect or form. I appreciate well thought out intentionally time with myself.

For Receiving Love

Being a writer I am in love with thoughtful word exchange. Words of Affirmation is my language in receiving love, which can be shown in many forms for me. I am truly appreciative of a written word exchange and melt at verbal word exchange. Receiving a written note, a card in the mail or even a post-it note left in one of the many places I’d find it. Can you tell I’ve done this before?

This love language for sure is best appreciated with action, but knowing that I am appreciated and can indulge in a conversation about that appreciation does something for me. I am still one who appreciates written letters full of expression.

My friends STILL receive letters and cards from me outside of special occasions.

For Giving Love

You express to me what you may need? You’re vulnerable enough to share what would be most helpful during a difficult time? If I’m a guest in your home or invited to any family outing, I often struggle with being “just a guest.” I give love in Acts of Service. I pride myself in being a great listener, strong communicator and one who is willing to adjust and correct where needed, but with listening I also honor the ways in which I can make someone else’s journey lighter.

Acts of Service is something I truly value in my friendships and relationships. In expression, and on the receiving end. Being an educator, I’ve always valued my communicative relationships with others and being in service.

Sharing any space with anyone I’m always focusing on multiple aspects of peace, appreciation and service.

Reflective Spaces

When taking the love languages quiz, I deeply reflect on the statements and apply them to where I am currently. The fact that they have one for singles was helpful, Lol. I think my languages have definitely changed over time based on experiences, reflections and most certainly discomfort during the pandemic, career change and change of focus in various areas.

I’m deeply flawed.

I’ve experienced many environments, relationships and ever-changing friendships that have allowed my way of thinking and expectations of reciprocity to shift.

The love I have for myself within continuously grows stronger as the days pass. Therapy has aided in a healthy way to shaping my views of self-love.

Current Reads:

Seven Days in June by Tia Williams

While We Were Dating by Jasmine Guillory

Pussy Prayers by Black Girl Bliss

Until next time.

Heather.

September 01, 2021 /Heather J
love, life, lifestyle, relationships
BlackWoman, Blog, Boundaries, Dating, Lifestyle, MentalHealth, Poetry, SelfCare, Women
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