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The Last 90 of the Decade

It’s here. The final stretch of 2019. I’m not sure it was pivotal on the 90th day (I think it was yesterday… or is it today?)… I had started or re-started my healthier eating habits last week. I intend to keep those. It took some serious BLAH last week to get me motivated to make those healthy choices, I will say. I kept wanting to cut down my sugar intake but I kept spiraling and feeling like I had no control when cravings hit. It took a real rock-bottom feeling to sort of force my hand. But I’m back. I’m already feeling better and the ball is rolling!

That’s one of my final 90 days goal of this decade! Do you have any goals? Any new habits, better habits you’re striving to create now instead of waiting until 2020? I find myself waiting, day after day until the next Monday, you know the perfect start day… or week after week because next month is perfect! Or for January 1st, because what’s fresher than the new year, only to forget by that next perfect day to start, or to abandon it four days in when I lose the motivation or focus.

Do you also struggle with committing to goals your set for yourself? I’ve discovered I am REBEL. I’m a rebel by nature, only following through, committing to, and pursuing goals and ideals that suit the identity I have for myself. So if I’m determined that I’m a healthy person, by God, I’m a healthy person. But if I’m still a person that eats whatever the hell I want to while trying to make healthy choices, I’m going to derail reeeeeally fast. Do you do better with accountability?

What’s something you can improve on by 2020? Let’s brainstorm.

  • Healthy food choices
  • Sticking to a budget/pay off plan
  • Start a fitness routine
  • Read one book a month
  • Consistently go to bed before midnight (that’s so hard for me)
  • Make dinner at home 5-6 times a week.
  • Commit a new verse to memory every week.

That’s my brain dump. Share yours.

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Connections and chit chat

There’s a big difference between a genuine connection with real conversation and chit chat. However, chit chat can lead to a nice connection. A moment of humanity linking two people. I am all for that.

Today, I reached out to a couple people via messenger though I could have easily commented on their content on social media. The comments seem to lack connection and intentionality in communicating. Do you feel that way? I went to reply to a post and found myself tearing up because I was touched that person had that kind of impact on me. I couldn’t do the injustice on connection of dropping that one liner in a comment and walking away. I engaged. This person and I needed to connect on this. It was a serious matter, end of life stuff for family, that’s not always quick comment stuff… right?

I’m not saying I need to personally message everyone on social and start conversing about their lunch selections, but when friends are hurting, when they’re asking for prayers for a loved one, when they’re sharing personal battles, I chose to connect today, and I’m glad I did. I could use that virtual hug sometimes. The pause that someone intentionally opened the door to hug me and wait. Instead of side hug and run on the interwebs. Is it all the same to you?

In terms of chit chat… today a barista complimented my earrings. I appreciated it. I love these rainbow dangles. She asked where she could find them. I told her I sold them. I needed to hurry up and post them! I did. But we ended up connecting over quirky, fun accessories because the interaction didn’t need to be rushed.

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Hi, Iā€™m Kayla, and…

Grief is odd. It’s weird and uncomfortable but also probably one of the most natural processes humans go through. There’s no right path, wading the waters of loss. That’s all to say that grief is something I was never prepared to walk in. Is anyone? There’s no book warning people what they’re about to step into when they lose a person. (False: I’m sure there are a number of books… but I sure as hell didn’t touch one prior to loss.)

I think when I meet someone new, there’s a subconscious desire to be known and know them, like not just the surface stuff. I mean, I feel that way anyway. I genuinely like getting to know WHO people are and where they came from and how they turned out this way… (I’m generally that chatty uber passenger, too.)

So when I meet people, I think the inner me, not showing her true cards, wants the new person to know Kelsey, my sister, the one who has been gone for almost three years, the one who it’s physically impossible to meet now… that’s who I’d love to introduce most people to when we’ve just met. Is that odd?

Or no? I don’t know. Someone who was so part of my personal history, my memories, and admirations, that’s who I’d like to introduce people to when they meet me… and it stings that my heart and mind work this way.

We all have our Scarlett letters, curses set on us by outside forces, or badges of honor, the things we proudly display with our chest puffed up. Right? Some battle inside demons and Evil would love for these letters to consume your identity and cripple you with fear. I don’t want to live that way.

So I genuinely try not to, and I wade through the sometimes muddy waters of grief. I talk about Kelsey when it seems fitting. That part of me and our story isn’t shelved. The icky parts of life can often be used to help others in their muddy waters, too. So I hope you’ll keep “speaking your truth.” That’s what all the cool kids say… but I see it… don’t hold part of you back because you’re sad or scared or… or… or… that’s what I’d tell myself anyway.

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The need for content

They say… you know they, the they we can’t name… they say creating content is as simple as just documenting what you’re already doing. No extra steps except pausing to document the moments. Way easier said than done! Am I right?

There are extra steps after. Formulating the perfect framing context in comment or blog format. Including enough detail and humor or sarcasm to keep things interesting, but not so elaborate one gets bored. What is the objective? To share, to entertain, to … who the heck knows! It’s a real struggle.

I often get overwhelmed when I think of sharing content, and I know I’m not alone. I’m resolved to believe now that it merely, simply, absolutely just requires practice. The overthinking, the weight of pressure, the perfectionism, it fades, right? Of course. I’m trying to convince myself.

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Wyoming, the beautiful.

Wow.

I sort of just want to post photos with no text because the views were breathtaking and words do no justice.

But I’ll tell you about my trip. I had an entrepreneurship retreat (I think we’re calling it that…). I paid for the experience in May. It was a steep investment at the time, so this trip was seriously anticipated and needed. I love to travel, and I feel most myself when I’m experiencing new places independently and in a small group with people I love. That’s all just to say… I needed this trip at the beginning of September.

I drove the five hours to Dallas, flew to Salt Lake City, and was bussed to Wyoming. This was a three day excursion. We stayed another three days in Wyoming for the retreat and then journeyed home. The three days in Wyoming were special. Reflective. I didn’t talk a lot but I absorbed as much as I could. I learned tools to help better inform my business actions. I’m stoked to implement new procedures.

Blah. Blah. Blah. So that’s why I went. What I breathed in was fresh air. What I saw was like artwork from God himself. What I felt was NOT hellish heat but cool caresses on my nose and cheeks and the warmth of a beanie and Mimi scarf. I am pro Autumn. I am pro September in Wyoming.

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Italy Part 2

Our first day in Napoli was rainy, and we didn’t have grand plans. Shopping. Food. Coffee. Explore. Those were the extent of my expectations. Mom had in the past enjoyed hop on hop off tours, so that happened. We waited in the rain for a bus and took it around town until shopping and food beckoned. We had a great time exploring and the intimidating new city started feeling more magical and historically beautiful by the minute.

We thoroughly enjoyed all the pizzerias and coffee spots we found. We didn’t eat any McD’s that day, but we were impressed with the selection of treats. šŸ˜

Oh, I forgot. I am a terrible planner. I didn’t heed any travel advice I read prior, so I didn’t pack well. I knew we were traveling in winter and it’s likely rain. I still didn’t pack a waterproof jacket. Or boots. On day one when we encountered rain, I was wearing a wool coat. We needed a shopping trip to adequately clothe this thirty year old.

The sun came out midday. All was right in the world.

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Italy Part 1

Mom and I went to Italy for my 30th birthday in January. It was our first trip and my first international trip excluding cruises.

I flew from Dallas to Chicago to meet Mom. I flew into Chicago and was greeted with a snow storm and Chicago pizza. We flew from Chicago to Zurich to Naples. We left Chicago around 8 pm and got to Naples around 4 pm. We didn’t even get to go into the Zurich airport because of flight delays leaving Chicago; we got shuttles around outside the airport in Switzerland.

The first walks around the area we were staying in Naples had Mom and myself a bit apprehensive. Should be stay here all week? Do we find somewhere else?

We were told by the front desk when we arrived that restaurants were closed between 5-6:30. We didn’t quite interpret that right, and left to explore around 5:15, only to come back to the hotel empty handed for dinner. We ordered in for dinner and happened upon the best desserts. I seriously cannot wait to go back to Italy for coffee and tiramisu and all the desserts. And pizza, too. We became so much more comfortable after exploring in the morning. And I’m so glad we stayed.