Bit of a late MMM post this week; accidently on purpose fell asleep with Tums during her nap. But I did wake up to boba and Chipotle so that was super nice.
This song has been on repeat for awhile now. And yes, I yet have still to watch the movie.
Feeling safe enough to be yourself unfiltered: a love language.
As I get older I’m shocked to see what are things I thought were my love language are really just shallow preferences. And it makes me wonder; if me and my ex husband didn’t split when we did, would our relationship had only got worse? By the time we split he wasn’t my ride or die anymore. He discouraged more than encouraged and it hurt every time he did. Or would make some backhand comment the second my personality shifted, knowing that it tends to shift a lot. He use to learn things on Photoshop just so he could teach me.
He never censored me though, ever. If his mom or friends had something to say about me and “my attitude” he’d defend it. It wasn’t until the end I felt filtered. But even then he told members to fuck off and leave me alone.
My life since then has just been a big blob of: people who don’t know me so they try to silence me because they don’t like that I talk about uncomfortable topics. Like mental health. Loss. Or they just think my dark humor “isn’t funny”. Well no bitch, it’s really not suppose to be. But it IS funny to those of us who suffer every damn day so back off. Pop a Xanax and mind ya business.
There is such a huge stigma against mental health. And instead of trying to hear people out, you try to silence them. Only encouraging that stigma. And do you know how hard it is for people to find help for their mental health as it is? How expensive and how many different routes you have to take JUST to find help?? Why would you want to make it harder on someone than it already is?
I honestly feel uncomfortable when people talk about God and Jesus this and that. But I have never told someone not to. Or commented on their posts. I literally just keep scrolling. It takes 2 seconds, to just keep. scrolling.
Thank goodness for the internet and the mental health community. Seriously.
This week I want to manifest a reminder to speak my truth. A reminder of my why: so that other people don’t have to feel unheard or unseen.
My Cricut came in last weekend and I’ve been nonstop messing with the Cricut program, doing test prints and watching endless amounts of YouTube videos and TikToks (I even made a TikTok account for my crafting stuff @ siinfulart).
I’m finding that I expect myself to know how to use a product I have zero experience with. And I know where this mind set stems from — it’s the same reason why I get frustrated with myself when it comes to Photoshop CC.
There’s absolutely nothing wrong confidence. There’s nothing wrong with having high expectations of yourself. But not allowing yourself to fail and learn because “this should be easy to understand” is not helping you, it’s hindering you and any progress you could be making.
I pride myself on pushing myself out of every comfort zone I can find; physically. I didn’t realize I had some inner ones to work on.
I don’t think most people realize when you give birth, even your mind changes and re-adapting to it really fuckin sucks sometimes. I feel like I don’t even know who I am most days.
So this week I will allow myself to fail. I will allow myself to make mistakes. To learn through those processes.
No, this isn’t suppose to be easy. And that is totally okay. 2021 was suppose to be about learning, growth and trying to find yourself again. Allowing myself to fail and fail hard is part of the process 💕.
What is something you want to manifest this week? Let me know in the comments below 👇🏻.
I love these; really wish I knew what to search for when it comes to the cute illustrations on Canva!
I’m feeling a bit neither here or there today. The weekend was a bit of a blur. I am feeling a little discouraged but this is how I work sadly. I get super obsessed and excited about a project idea… then I kind of… debate quitting. The only thing that’s never happened with is blogging. But blogging/journaling has always been my personal therapy so it probably isn’t seen as a project in my head? I’m not sure.
This week I’m manifesting a little bit of self care.
I find that if I tend to stray away from talking on the phone or verbally talking to my bff’s I get like this more often lol. Doesn’t help that they both have super time consuming jobs (a firefighter and a mental health wing nurse), the time zones don’t help either but this is adulthood.
I have also stopped Saging and it’s been a bit since I’ve done aromatherapy. I don’t even remember the last time I took a bubble bath — I’m not sure why all of these things I loved have slipped away from me suddenly.
If you’re struggling like I am lately; here’s your reminder to take some time for you this week. No one’s got you like you got you. So it has to be some sort of priority that you take care of yourself, for your sake and sanity.
I hope to remember to Sage more this week, to read a new book, take a walk on the treadmill at the gym (I find it soothing) and squeeze in a bath this week (I got myself a Sleepy bath gift set for myself this weekend from LUSH).
What are some ways you’re hoping to indulge in a bit of self care?
Tums had a restless night so I had a restless night. She also somehow managed to turn off the touch pad on my laptop. How? I have no effen idea but it’s a thing. And it took me half the night and Google to figure out how to undo it. It shoulda been common sense to me, but it was and it wasn’t.
You are dope. You are capable. Fuck anyone who says anything different.
That’s it. That’s all I have the energy to manifest this week lol. But it’s all I need to focus on myself and my new business. I’m working on the blog cause it keeps breaking on me and my kuya and his “FIX IT” pep talks lol.
I hope you all have a productive and mindful week ahead!
I’m a bit sleepy; yesterday was refreshing but also draining and last night was just shit. Our car got towed despite there being a shitton of people parked at our complex who don’t even live here because someone decided to use our pool to throw a pool party. So with no parking we had to park under a car port (which is usually paid for but as far as we knew, no one owned this one) since we had to bring up a ton of groceries and a toddler up 4 flights of stairs. In 103 degree weather. Well, our car got towed and B called to discuss this fuckery this morning and the complex pretty much said “we can’t do anything”. They don’t know WHERE our car is since it’s handled by another company. I mean, it’s $300 to get it back. Which is stupid. Why not just fine us? Do we get a deduction off our rent? Like wtf. I love living in an apartment but summers in Texas always bring this shit. People using complex pools for parties. We’re only allowed 2 guests at the pool. Ugh.
This is something that heavy bothers me; when someone who’s lived life less than you have some advice to give. Like, stop sir. You’ve never moved out of your parents house. Or paid a bill. Or know how to manage bills, rent or credit cards. And it’s amazing how the ones who never lived life and stayed where they were have the most to say.
I like to surround myself with like-minded people that means people who have a thing for being creative, people who like that discover, launch and set goals for things. People who understand the concept of saving money. People who have goals and dreams. I could write an essay about this. So when I tell B I don’t like that TX lacks creative energy, of course he has no idea wtf I’m saying. At least where we are. I want to see other bug cities and find out if what I’m looking for is there. Cause it ain’t here.
The kind of cool thing about mental health is that those of us who live it have the most fascinating stories and coping mechanisms! A bunch of us can suffer from the same type but everyone’s experiences will be different. That’s the curious thing about mental health, it’s not black and white. It’s gray, mist gray, blue gray, off gray… there’s so many different levels and things to consider. And while you might think your story is “overdone” or in a “saturated” niche, people care what other people are going through, so let this be your invitation to write about your mental health struggles.
I hope to manifest calling people out for having zero life experience.
Do you remember who you were before someone tried to tell you who you are?
No one knows us better than we know ourselves, despite what anyone thinks or wants to believe. They don’t live in your head or soul, they can’t hear your inner thoughts, they only know what they see on the outside.
So why do we let other people dictate who we are. What we do. What we’re capable of? It’s easy to listen to someone on the outside, and I’m still trying to figure out why and how that is. It’s frustrating af. But apparently knowing this doesn’t make it easier to stop letting it happen. Not everyone has the best intentions for you — no matter who they are in your life. Some people just don’t want to see other people, esp those close to them win or do better than they are.
This has been heavy on my mind this last week. I’m diving into a project I’ve been thinking of for literally over 12 years but just never had the courage to actually do. It’s amazing what having the right people around you can convince you that you can do anything. I realize every time I feel myself holding back and wondering why. What am I so scared of? It’s not like any of this is new or harder than anything else I’ve done. It’s just, different.
I wanted to push myself out of my comfort zone this year. I feel like I’ve been stagnant the whole time I’ve been in TX and it’s making my soul itch. I really want to talk about what I’ve been working on but it’s also been why posts have slowed down around here as well. I’ll link my instagram for it soon!
It’s been raining here all week. Yesterday it got up to 80* and my Floridan self regret not wearing shorts. The heat here is like CA. It just HITS you. It’s not humidity which feels like a warm hug from inside a marshmallow.
Into The Unknown from Frozen II has been living rent free in my head all week. Unpopular opinion: Frozen II was way better and WAY more empowering than Frozen I. I think I’m one of the few who don’t care too dive too much into Elsa and Anna’s past/parents. I’d much rather know who the fuck raised Hans. But there was something magical about this addition to the franchise, and I surprise myself by saying that since I worked at Disney when Frozen came out and when I say you could not escape Let it Go on stage I mean it. Living in Orlando didn’t help either because it played everywhere. Even at Target and Publix. Like pls Elsa, can I just grocery shop without you following me?!?
But a part of me feels like this song is speaking to my soul.
Every time I’ve moved away from Florida, I’ve hated it. I feel my soul start to ache and dull. I’m not inspired. I’m not cheerful. I don’t know how to explain it, but spiritually, I just don’t feel good. I will forever long to be back in Florida; it’s a place I made into a home, for myself. And I suppose people who’ve never done that for themselves couldn’t relate to what that means. But that doesn’t excuse them from preventing others from doing what their soul tells them. I mention this topic a lot, because to me, it’s important. YOU have ONE life. A life that is YOURS and NO ONE ELSES.
I know that’s MUCH easier said than done, but I’ve always went in the direction that I felt the most pull towards. I told myself as a kid I wouldn’t live life with regrets — I grew up with my dad swearing he was dying for at least 25 years before he was actually diagnosed with cancer. I never understood how someone just flat out refused to live freely and constantly decided to live in fear. I told myself I wouldn’t waste my life away in a small town in California. So I didn’t. Yet somehow I’m finding myself stuck in a small town in Texas that’s far worse than American Canyon could ever be. Stuck, and alone. With no friends and no family. Would I trade it for CA? I want to say no, but I do miss the food and my friends and family. I haven’t been home in 10 years. I’ve been too busy living life, but ever since my dad did pass I’ve also felt a pull to go home. To say my goodbye’s. Even if I think he won’t hear me.
Small towns kill dreamers.
That’s for sure. And constantly having this song on repeat has reminded me I’m not some small town girl. I’m not someone who doesn’t dream. I dream BIG and OFTEN and that’s who I have always and who I will always be. Just because now I’m a mom as well means nothing. That shouldn’t stop me from being who I AM. To do anything else just sounds fuckin ridiculous. We should be raising stronger, smarter and much more driven women in the world. And I refuse to ever contain my daughter or her dreams.
This week I want to manifest;
A reminder of who I am. A reminder of what I am. And a reminder of what I’m fully capable of.
Lately a lot of my time has been spent learning how to make my own typography (I am OBSESSED with IG’s of Typography and art) and learning how to digitally watercolor. I don’t know how to draw and tbh I’ve always been afraid to learn. I come from a line of super successful artists from the Philippines so you know, the pressure. I didn’t get the art gene, my brother did. I got the talent of writing instead. But since I needed a new way to express myself I told myself in 2021 we were gonna learn how to draw… or something close to it.
And with the recently loss of my dear cat Sophie (I haven’t written about this yet because I just… ugh) I really wanted to learn how to draw a cat and make a series of illustrations of her. Mari had the super cute idea of making her a kitchen ghost cat and I just LOVE that idea. I’m sure Sophie would too. Considering how much she loved the kitchen and food. Also check out her blog, she’s literally the sweetest person ever. I absolutely appreciate you checking on me all the time!
I’m reminding myself to be kind to myself. Like every other new hobby you decide to learn, it’s going to take a lot of time to learn what you’re doing. In absolutely no way did I learn Photoshop, how to use makeup or how to curl my hair in one day. Or even one year. I took me at least 5 years to learn how to curl my hair right! Photoshop was a thing that I invested years into. I remember the first time I was able to open Photoshop 7 up, I opened a new document and just stared at it. My ex husband (who was my bf at the time) was like “…what are you doing?” and I remember just staring at the screen like “where the fuck do I even begin?” I was so obsessed with learning Photoshop and had so much fun doing it. I couldn’t (and still can’t) do everything but over the years I learned new techniques and I’m still learning! But I am a completely self taught graphic designer and this was before YouTube was even around. So. I really wonder how I pulled that off.
I’m not going to learn how to illustrate or draw or paint likely by the end of this year. That’s just not realistic. But I will be farther than I was when the year started and honestly, that’s all that really matters.
In the mean time, I need to remember that.
And I need to remember to be gentle with myself as I learn.
Nothing great happens overnight. And that’s totally okay.
What’s something you want to remind yourself or manifest this week? I’d love to know!
Still recovering from COVID so this week I’ll be doing nothing but focusing on self care. Still feeling pretty drained and fatigued. Hoping this isn’t a long lasting thing.
I’ve been binge watching Schitt’s Creek and I’m already on season 3; I’m loving it so far. Stevie, David and Ted are my absolute favorites. Bob annoys the living hell out of me, like how is that dude even a person. This has become my favorite night time routine.
I’ve gotten my sense of smell + taste back, thankfully. So I’m trying to zen out as much as I can this week with uplifting and aromatherapy scents.
Half way through May and I haven’t finished a book yet — I’m still working on the audio for Everless and still reading Dante Basco’s From Rufio to Zuko. I really want to get started on the Filipino history books on my TBR this month but I have a feeling those will take longer than I anticipated.
I also plan on taking some time to recenter myself and figure out a plan to a healthier lifestyle. While I try to eat healthy/better there are some things I stopped doing; like walking mostly and also meditation and yoga.
So those are some things I’m hoping to manifest and put into action this week. I’m glad most of the sickness is over, I just want to get back to being 100% better again. And stay there.
Wishing all of you a healthy and happy week ahead!
I told ya’ll I was gonna change the graphic to this weekly feature. Okay anyway.
It’s Good Friday! I’m not in that religion anymore but ironically, I’m not eating meat today. Was it meat? Chicken? I don’t remember. Or was that Lent? Or the whole week? Either way, I get weirdly proud of myself when I accidently don’t eat meat on Good Friday or Easter. You can leave the religion but the religion won’t leave you, and that’s real lol.
I had a super fun Easter-ish weekend planned, including going to a Tulip farm but I realized that 1) I don’t have an outfit I want to wear for it 2) what if it’s cold and 3) I didn’t wanna hear B bitching about how far it is or about gas cost oh wait and 4) my depression doesn’t wanna do jack this weekend.
My mom wrote me a super long letter about basically: I know it’s hard and I know you’re struggling but you need to get your shit straight. But in 3 pages. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE that my mom has started writing me letters. They’re usually full of her saying she’s proud of me and I’m doing great. Without verbally saying it cause you know… Asian parents and feelings. Just a word of random advice — clicky keyboards aren’t a good idea if you eat at your desk.
I lost my train of thought…
Easter is one of my favorite self holidays but this year I’m barely celebrating. Didn’t grab any of my traditions or anything. I had that planned for tomorrow but eh, I’m not in the mood.
It’s time to boss up
Fix ya credit, girl get at it
Get ya bag up
Hit that gym and get back fine
Go get that degree, go girl
Unlock potential that you didn’t know you had in youget ya bag up