This is such a weird time. Social What?? Sheltering-in-Place? No TP left? Hand sanitizer a thing of the past? Everything is closed?

Guess what? Not all is lost.

tipping point^{/ (ˈtɪpɪŋ) /} noun: the crisis stage in a process, when a significant change takes place (courtesy Dictionary.com)

I’m teaching myself how to play the guitar. Don’t get me wrong, I have no illusions that I’ll front a grammy-winning rock band anytime in the future. I just want to be able to play some chords along with songs I like.

Who’s tired? Who’s stressed? Any takers?

Who feels like they desperately need to take time to take care of themselves, but each day gets filled up with work, kids, chores, “have-tos,” and the general chaos of life?

Who feels like there’s never enough time in the day, so you keep doing the daily grind and wind up at the end of the week with nothing left to give and have to start the new week and do the same thing over and over again with an empty tank?

It’s a vicious cycle, and it’s easy to get stuck. I think it’s safe to say most of us have been there.

Did you know that it’s still possible to get self-care and get rid of some stress, even with a full schedule? Just a couple minutes can give you the rejuvenation and calm you’re craving. Best part? Most of them won’t cost you a dime.

I posted an article a while back about natural deodorant and my quest to avoid all the harsh, cancer-linked chemicals in normal store deodorants, and all the considerations when you decide to make the switch.

© 2019 – Graceful Intention

Red webs radiate through the white
Close your eyes so I can’t see

I was sitting at a table with a handful of women, most of them brand-new acquaintances to me as of that morning. The goal was to eat breakfast together and while doing so, go around the table and ask and answer a few, previously chosen questions in the quest to learn more about each other and become better acquainted.

Why am I sitting here getting emotional over the results of a personality test?

I’ve struggled with what to write the last couple weeks, let alone having enough time to sit and write more than a sentence or two at once. Life is such a blur right now and my mind is in constant motion, but my body wants to be still and rest. Seasons of life are an interesting thing.

A couple of weeks ago I missed my daughter’s parent-teacher conference. Like just plain forgot it. The meeting was requested by her teacher so we could touch base on some things. I requested a particular timeframe and the confirmation paper was sent home in my daughter’s folder the week her dad and I were so sick. And I was a no-show.