Yesterday was an off day for me so I took a bath & crawled into bed early. I didn’t set an alarm and it felt nice to rise when my body was ready. I woke up and made myself a healthy breakfast including a detox smoothie (you can find the recipe here)
I’m a firm believer in pampering yourself once in a while. I realize it’s hard to do & often you can feel guilt. I used to think things like “I should be working & being productive” or “I don’t deserve this” but that is incorrect. We must treat ourselves not cheat ourselves. So this afternoon I’m going to the spa to see Christine for a facial & chemical peel. She does an incredible job and I always leave feeling very relaxed. I’ll spend the rest of my day running errands and soaking up me time.
My health & well-being rely on days like this and I feel very grateful that I am able to slow down and realize when my mind, body and soul need to be polished. Although I love making a girls day out of these things I also find peace in doing them on my own. It is my time to get lost in my thoughts & enjoy the moment. Diane Von Furstenberg put it perfectly by saying “When a woman becomes her own best friend life is easier.”
The way you treat yourself sets the standard for others. So have a beautiful day my loves, and be sure to celebrate & embrace yourself xoxo, B
How can we give so much attention to the tint of our lips & the shape our hips when the quality of our heart is what truly remains at the end of the day? When beauty fades & the soul emerges what will we have to show if our energy is directed towards our image, and our intention is to impress instead of progress?
I encourage you to go to sleep with big dreams & rise with a purpose. And to dress yourself with love, respect, and a basic understanding that you are much more than what the mirror will ever be able to reflect. Don’t be so hard on yourself darling, you are beautiful.
“Picture yourself when you were five. In fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love her, feed her? How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings. She’d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, you’d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums or meltdowns turned her into a poltergeist, you’d demand a loving time-out in the naughty chair. From this day forward I want you to extend that same compassion to your adult self.”