This post was one I couldn’t finish at first…
Undoubtedly, you have noticed some changes throughout my social media posts. Perhaps more self-care, less workouts, more quotes, less meal check-ins. These past months I’ve felt my life turn upside down. Add some shakes to it, and yet I’m still standing to talk about it. Win.
I’ve been cooking solo for over a month or so, in a now-quiet apartment. But I also haven’t really been “cooking” that much. My taste buds have changed. My meals have changed. My cravings are either bizarre or nonexistent (ironically I haven’t been craving sugar THANK GOODNESS). There’s been a lot of cheese, rosé, sushi, and chocolate protein powder mixed with yogurt (don’t judge, just try…).
The blog has been difficult for me to keep up throughout this change. It’s been hard since he was in a way, a part of it. Such a part of my journey of my daily life—nightly prayers at the dinner table, helping with the dishes, and tucking me into bed.
Living with this new normal is different.
I went from homebody in a regimen to home as little as possible. It’s been a transition and I’ve been doing my damndest to let myself feel the feelings. Taking care of my emotions and brain. Writing when I need. Crying when I need. Feeling angry. Sad. All-of-the-emotions. Sometimes I’ve been mean to myself about it. “Get over it,” “hurry up,” the ego shouts.
But I’m starting to let some of the silence of the apartment walls be okay. To allow [and feel] calm when I can. To trust the timing that life always works out as it should. I’ll get back into a routine on my own time. And you know what? That’s okay. After all, we did split up.
If you’re going through something tough, remember to take care of you first. Read. Meditate. Explore. And most of all, be kind to yourself; you do you. And remember, I love you, too.