Spring is slowly venturing in. To be honest, April is my least favorite month in Canada. But if I can be happy then, I can be happy at any time. I ditched all winter gear and pulled out this bag that I got from a client. She totally hit my style spot.
The honey and I had a nice day going to the local fashion sale. Then we checked out the indoor market place since they had an event going on as well. The outing ended with coffee and cool buddy time in the afternoon pink light. Now we’re getting ready for a movie and sushi. 🍣
I’ve been under some pressure recently to work, and work some more. Yet now things have found a calmer, more balanced way of being. That feels so good. Next year will bring some exciting news to my work scene. I’ll be truly free to live out my life as an English teacher as I see it fit. My little company Susa English will soar. I’ll dive deeper into how to make learning to communicate in English clear and fun.
December is a month full of parties trepidation. In the midst of all that, I feel calm, hopeful and yet closer to my true being.
Today is the first day of fall. Are you ready for the new season? I think that we never really are. As humans, our forte is maintaining things the way they are, not welcoming to change. Yet change is everywhere. It’s easy to feel pumped when the sky is blue and the sun caresses our cheeks. The need to dress up, to boost and beautify comes with gloomier weather and tougher temps.
This fall I will take things one day after another. I will find excitement where I can. I will welcome the calmness of nature and the lessons the turning colors offer me. I will trust that I will be OK – that I will find joy even when all the leaves will be gone.
Ever since my last post and the decision to stop bashing my body and start living in full appreciation of what I am today, I’ve felt a lot more energetic and happy, too. It feels like a weight has been taken off of my shoulders. My old ways of thinking do try to lurk back in but I’m sure that with mindfulness and practice they’ll fade away.
I feel like this is a topic that I should write more about, how to love your body as it is, all in taking a good care of it. Running, toning up, doing abs and in general moving your body and eating mindfully, and as clean as it feels good, are all good things. But even after that you may not be as skinny as you’d like. Then that’s when you have to do work on yourself in order to accept that your unique weight set point is there where it naturally, without constant battle, falls.
For years I tried to fool myself into thinking that I was super skinny by nature. I still think that I am naturally slim or even thin but not underweight and skeletal. Since my undereating years I’ve had to relearn what my body really looks like, how much food a normal person eats and so on. I am now able, and more and more every passing year, to enjoy food without guilt. I am able to find a BMI of 19 ok and not needing to loose weight. These things take time. I’m sure that I’m not alone with these issues so that’s why I feel like I should write out openly about my feelings even if it can put me in a vulnerable position.
Today my life is a lot happier and a lot fuller than during those years when I was focused on staying as skinny as humanly possible. I’m full of energy and positivity – and I’m sure that these feelings will even grow as I learn to reprogram my thoughts.
I still have some yummy pics to show you from Boston. I loved dressing in all black. I don’t often do that anymore – I used to a lot – so when I do, it makes me feel different, it makes a statement.
I greatly enjoyed following the Black Heritage Trail. I criss-crosses the picturesque area of Beacon Hill. Boston is an awesome city for someone like me who loves putting on those miles. We walked, and walked some more, for a total of close to six hours that day. It feels great to be out and about, visit and use your precious body at the same time. After that you can go a crazy with them Doritos, if you’d like. That’s my indulgence when I travel.
Quebec City hosted the cross-country skiing world cup finale last week so subsequently the Saint Patrick’s Parade was postponed until this weekend. The hubs and I enjoyed watching the marching bands parade from our fave cities like New York, Boston or Chicago. There was a lot of Celtic music in the air. Spring’s on its way.
In Canada spring looks different from other places. Here it means the remains of snow. We keep looking at the lingering snowbanks and occasionally wonder when they’ll give space to new buds. In this outfit I wanted to have fun with transitional clothes. Cold shoulders and ripped jeans. Showing more skin again after all the covered up winter months.