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7 for seven

7forseven_key-and-arrowLet’s face it // Mondays stink. Or at least we typically expect them to stink. That is why, every Monday, I post seven positives from the previous seven days of the week as a reminder of what I have so that the week starts out on an upswing. There is much truth in the belief that happy people attract good things, so it is important to start the week out right. Sometimes it’s the more grand, but other times, it’s the simple things.

Okay, so I lied a little bit. I didn’t come back with my regular 7 for seven last week, and I’m not coming back with a 7 for seven this week, either. We still don’t have Internet, but Google Fiber has plans to run a line to us this week (fingers crossed emoji), so it looks like next week will be it. After the move, Patrick and I have been busy getting the place ready, pretending we still have lives by photographing the shit out of the one night we went out in the past couple weeks. I enjoyed one of my favorite The Dan Ryan shows to date at Stay Gold in Austin. The crowd was amazing, and Patrick played like the true brass slayer he is. We’re also getting ready for an upcoming art show this month, and we are excited to be chosen as a featured artist at an opening party for the show. Check us out at www.timberandbrass.com if you haven’t already.

We’re loving our new neighborhood (“our tribe,” according to Buzz and company). The neighbors invited us to a BBQ the day after we moved in, and we had a great time playing with the fifteen neighborhood dogs (might be an understatement), and eating our neighbors’ delicious southern feast, including ribs that fell off the bone. Our home is super quaint and cute, and we’re loving living closer to Patrick’s cousin so she can hang out with us on the whim. We also now live in walking distance to one of our favorite coffee/bars with our favorite Austin taco truck (and there’s a ton of taco trucks {yay for alliteration!} in ATX — it’s kind of our thing). Patrick plays at that bar often, so we are excited to go there more than my scale would like…

I’m now on the count-down for this school year to end (worst year ever), but I’m hanging in there, and hopeful that next year will be much better. I have soooo much to be grateful for, and I feel like such a lucky dog. I’ve got a nice new home with my favorite beau, and a lovely garden to boot (all the good smells for days).

I hope to inspire you to reflect on all you have to be grateful & that your week brings you even more positivity + balance + bliss!  Feel free to share your seven with me as well / or even just a couple!

Have a wonderful week!

xo,

Lauren


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7 for seven

7forseven_key-and-arrowLet’s face it // Mondays stink. Or at least we typically expect them to stink. That is why, every Monday, I post seven positives from the previous seven days of the week as a reminder of what I have so that the week starts out on an upswing. There is much truth in the belief that happy people attract good things, so it is important to start the week out right. Sometimes it’s the more grand, but other times, it’s the simple things.

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my strong women role models

my strong women role models

1. The Light in the CracksWhile sordid politics have surely done a number on dividing the country, there is one thing we can agree on — Last week was rough. This was not a normal election. Policy preferences aside, we all let out a collective gasp (whether in aw or in disgust) at this major upset. And then we lose two great musical legends, feeling like an insult to injury. I’ve heard enough people say things on social media like, “How can people cry over this? Get over yourselves already. You lost; suck it up.” I can’t help but feel, however, that we’ve all lost. My tears weren’t about losing (although I can’t say I wasn’t profoundly disappointed); my tears were for my hispanic students, who I saw crying in the hallway saying they feared for their families; my tears were for my muslim friends; my tears were for the LGBT; my tears were for the strong women in my life who taught me to never give up on what I felt was right — I felt like giving up. I felt like my job as an educator was all for nought. But I’ve since picked myself up again. I allowed myself to cry (please allow everyone to feel what they feel — I respectfully ask everyone to give people the time to grieve what they feel is a loss for this country for as long as they need, even if you disagree — you can’t deny feelings). I’m ready to take action to continue to fight for what I believe in because that’s what the women in my life taught me. Join me. Whenever you are ready.

2. Kate McKinnon. Just when I thought I had cried all the tears I had left… What a gift this woman gave us just when we needed it most.

3. What He Said.  I can’t share with you what my boyfriend told me on the phone the day after the election because he told me it was a secret, but when I thought there were no words that would comfort me, I was wrong. With as much dark that this election has brought us, he is the light for me that has helped me to channel this grief into positive action. To say I am grateful for him would be a profound understatement.

4. Call Me.  I feel like I’m in high school again. The last time I talked on the phone for hours on end was with my best friend DJ, as we talked on the phone for hours, sometimes falling asleep with our cheeks pressed against the phone. And although I’d much rather have my boyfriend around in person, it’s been such a treat to be able to talk to my boyfriend for hours at a time each day while he’s way on a music tour. Neither of us particularly enjoy talking on the phone, but somehow it’s different with each other. It’s the best part of my day.

5. Happy For You.  Happiness often comes in the form of being happy for other people — I am happy for the smile I can hear through the phone on my boyfriend’s face while he is touring with his band. He is doing what he loves, and even though he is far away from me, I can’t help but to share in his joy. In other news, my twin sister and her husband got back their house that was completely renovated. It’ll be a long time before I’m ever able to own a home (poor ol’ teach!), but in the meantime, I can live vicariously through my sister’s beautiful new home. I can’t wait to see it and spend family time in a house they made very much a lovely home for themselves.

(Don't judge the typo -- I found this on the Interwebs!)

(Don’t judge the typo — I found this on the Interwebs!)

6. Project Girl.  The following is a post I shared on Facebook last week: If you need your faith in humanity restored, read this. It’s long, so bear with me; I felt compelled to share!
I’d be lying if I said there weren’t days that I’ve come home and felt like a horrible teacher. This year, more often than not, I’ve come home feeling like I’ve failed — like it’s likely my students are going home having learned absolutely nothing but not without simultaneously feeling like I’ve fought a hard battle. I’d also be lying if I said I haven’t seen the divisive politics in the media taking its toll on my students hearts and minds. The combination of these two things has left me feeling discouraged lately — BUT my faith in our future and in the immediate impact teachers can have on their students and them on us was present today, and there is so much hope.
I run a club, Project Girl (actually my students run it), which I put together primarily to give girls a space to feel comfortable talking about issues important to them, give them a voice, work on self-confidence at a time in their lives when it can be the most challenging, and allow them to lead projects that spread positivity at their school. Today, I prefaced the time by saying, “What I’m about to show is not about politics; it is about her message to you, and I want to know what you think about it.” I showed them a clip of Clinton’s concession speech where she says what is in the attached photo. The girls had differing views on who should have been their president, but they never once disrespected one another. It was one of the most respectful debates/discussions I have ever heard. In fact, their focus was on the message and on how important it was to them to continue to aim to break that glass ceiling. I said nothing, but I sat back and listened to their compassion, their constructive criticisms, and their hopes for the future. Here are some of the things they mentioned that are important to them as twelve-year-old girls. I thought you should know them.
1. They want to be taken seriously. “Our thoughts are not silly.”
2. Some of them expressed people laughing at them for being in this club, and they want people to know that it’s more than what they think. “It’s actually really cool.”
3. They want to feel understood.
4. They want less pressure on them to feel perfect. Many of them talked about social media filters and comments on them making them feel like they need to look perfect, but they don’t want to have to care about that so much.
5. They want to “break the glass ceiling.”
6. They care about things beyond boys (Some of them said, “Wait, I love boys!” or “Eeeew, boys” but they all agreed they cared about so much more than that).
7. They don’t want people thinking they are princesses looking for a prince to save them. They want people to see their “inner princess” (actual quote! 😉 ).
8. They want movies and commercials to start depicting how girls really are. They said often it feels unrealistic.
9. They want people to stop arguing about politics, respect each other, and come together.
10. They want a woman to be President of the United States. Some of them want to BE that President.
There is SO much hope for our future.

 

7. Getting Sh*t Done.  One of the best ways to channel fear and upset is to get shit done. And while I can’t say it was for a good cause, I blasted records, cleaned out my closets, and put together bags upon bags of clothes I no longer wanted. Sometimes it’s just awfully therapeutic to toss stuff out. I’ll take them to Goodwill later this week, so okay, I guess it wasn’t an entirely selfish action!

I hope to inspire you to reflect on all you have to be grateful & that your week brings you even more positivity + balance + bliss!  Feel free to share your seven with me as well / or even just a couple!

Have a wonderful week …and get shit done!

xo,

Lauren


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7 for seven

7forseven_key-and-arrowLet’s face it // Mondays stink. Or at least we typically expect them to stink. That is why,  every Monday, I post seven positives from the previous seven days of the week as a reminder of what I have so that the week starts out on an upswing. There is much truth in the belief that happy people attract good things, so it is important to start the week out right. Sometimes it’s the more grand, but other times, it’s the simple things.

I had the full intention of bringing back my 7 this week, but I have this upper respiratory thing that is putting me out of sorts and keeping me from getting my act together, so I’ll just stick with a weekend edition to get back into the swing of things — plus three is my lucky number. 😉

Actual person at Poodies. Yes, it’s 2016.

1. Poodies. Albeit seedy, run-down, and infested with flying crickets (my worst nightmare!), I have an affinity for this hole-in-the-wall where Willie Nelson performed many of his gigs back in the day. The company made it all the more worth-while, as it’s difficult to find companionship with someone who has an appreciation for the finer things but also doesn’t mind people-watching at an old blues bar and rocking out to wailing musicians and two-stepping bar flies.

2. Band of Horses. A mother of a student at my school works for Austin City Limits, a downtown venue that conducts live-filmed concerts with well-known musicians and bands. She often gives away tickets to the shows, and they are first-come first-serve to the teachers at my school. I barely missed snatching the two tickets for Band of Horses and was bummed, so when my sister and her husband decided to give away their free pair – I jumped at the chance of taking them. This band reminds me so much of my early twenties where I wrongfully thought I knew everything and had everything figured out, but ignorance (at the time) was such sweet bliss. They were so much fun to watch live — full of energy and a passion for making music that is infectious to the crowd listening to them. And it brought me right back to a scene in my twenties, where I carried an iPod blaring their music over my head while my friends dodged trees, floating in a wild river, crashing into the trees, but saving only the music and the beer. Toes and unscathed backs were unimportant.


3. Epiphany. Okay, maybe “epiphany” is a bit of an exaggeration, as I’ve known this all along, but sometimes I need to see things (like the above meme), to remind me that I’m on a path of weeding out all the people who are not meant to stick around. Normally, I might say that it’s sad but true that not many people stick around after seeing the unfiltered versions of ourselves, but these days, I just say, “It’s true.” I’ll take quality over quantity any day. I’m not in the business of forcing anyone to stay (as a friend, as a lover, whatever role that may be) — if you want me in your life, you’ll make it known. Nothing isolated has sparked this realization, but it seems to have been a theme surrounding 2016, and it doesn’t feel entirely all that bad.

I hope to inspire you to reflect on all you have to be grateful & that your week brings you even more positivity + balance + bliss!  Feel free to share your seven with me as well / or even just a couple!

Have a wonderful week!

xo,

Lauren


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Creativity Come Back, Part II.

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A continuation of what I wrote last Monday:

  1. Does anyone in your life regularly inspire you? My mother and twin sister inspire me every day. They both took all the talents in the area being crafty. I lack the patience to produce something the same caliber, to manifest what’s inside my head, and they both do such a great job of working on something (regardless of the time it takes) until it’s a product they are proud of.
  2. Who is your muse? The authentic, naked (metaphorically) version of myself and anyone I come across that embodies this
  3. Define muse. Someone who inspires me to explore my thoughts, someone who lights a fire under my creative butt
  4. When confronted with superior intelligence or talent, how do you respond? I cling to it (the intelligence or talent) — I’m drawn and connected to him or her who possesses it, and I try my best to collaborate with him or her, as it’s such a rare thing to find someone who is like-minded and challenging alike
  5. When faced with stupidity, hostility, intransigence, laziness, or indifference in others, how do you respond? It upsets me, but being a teacher, I’m probably likely to try to draw something less indifferent from them and more inspiring
  6. When faced with impending success or the threat of failure, how do you respond? It probably discourages me at first, but then I quickly flip a switch to allow it to propel me forward. Failure is only a learning experience and an opportunity to thrive instead of simply succeed
  7. When you work, do you love the process or the result? PROCESS and sometimes result, but I’m more likely to criticize it — I’m a perpetual revisor
  8. At what moments do you feel your reach exceeds your grasp? Too many to mention, but when I’m confident about a craft, I put those negative thoughts aside — nothing is out of our grasp if the mind is present and willing to preserver challenges
  9. What is your ideal creative activity? Collaborative with like-minded people who challenge me
  10. What is your greatest fear? Dying alone – without having found my greatest love and built a family around that love
  11. What is the likelihood of either of the answers to the previous two questions happening? This answer is my second greatest fear!!
  12. Which of your answers would you most like to change? My fear — but then again, my fear can sometimes stifle me, yes, but it can also inspire me
  13. What is your idea of mastery? Enjoying the process in a way that is unique to my message, without all the weight on the end product and without all the weight of societal expectations — I can step away and feel I’ve done something worthwhile
  14. What is your greatest dream? To connect to as many people as possible — to make people feel warm and happy in my presence – the presence of my mind/body and my words alike

Answer some of the questions below or copy this post and share! I’d love to see how others respond.

I hope your week is a good one.

xo,

Lauren


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Creativity Come Back.

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A new friend recently told me to borrow his copy of Twyla Thwarp’s The Creative Habit — if not from the desperation I wear in the bags underneath my eyes, but for the lack of balance I more than once mentioned I now carry around in my life as though it were my keys and wallet.

I was once highly creative. Not only did I tap into this side of myself frequently, I wore it like a badge of honor. Now — not so much. Stress happened. The daily grind happened. And shamefully, I have to admit, I let some of it go because I started to deem those that leaned into their creative sides as childish and dabblers in the unimportant. But that’s because I lost sight of how just the opposite of unimportant creativity is. It decreases stress, yes, but it unlocks this part of my imagination that when untapped, closes too many windows that once brightened an already superficially lit room. It amazes me how much more of the world I can see when I’m creative — how much more empathetic I am, more intuitive, more enlightened, and how much more beauty I find in what was once mundane and boring. I want it back.

So I’m taking my friend’s advice; I’m bringing back balance by making creativity a part of my daily habit and not just as a bonus feature I add in when I have the spare time. It’s a necessity.

In reading this book, I found some good exercises I thought I would share here and put into practice, as balance is something I chase after in this blog.

The first one is a “Creative Autobiography” designed to “force us to go back to our origins, our earliest memories, our first causes. We change through life, but we cannot deny our sources, and this test is one way to recall those roots.”

  1. What is the first creative moment you remember? My twin sister and I wrote, directed, and starred in our own plays.
  2. Was anyone there to witness or appreciate it? We performed them for our family. I think they appreciated it — at least there’s plenty o’ video as proof!
  3. What is the best idea you’ve ever had? In general — leaning into authenticity and vulnerability in writing or in all creative efforts alike.
  4. What made it great in your mind? This released my inner critic (somewhat), allowed me to more deeply connect with an audience, to find myself and what’s true to me at my core, and for me to lean into love, empathy, and connection for other human beings.
  5. What is the dumbest idea? To lean, instead, into clichés and/or avoiding saying certain things in my writing that may shock others
  6. What made it stupid? I allowed self-consciousness to get in the way of authenticity and true connection with others through art, which to me, is what good art does.
  7. Can you connect the dots that led you to this idea? Yes, through a series of personal events, I started becoming more self-aware and confident, and this allowed me to remove some of the mental blocks I had placed in my own way.
  8. What is your creative ambition? To connect to others in a profound and real way
  9. What are the obstacles to this ambition? My self-criticism and fear of judgement that creeps back in from time to time, which is growing less frequent (and it feels so good). To be completely open, it’s more of a superficial answer, but it feels true — time. Lack of time.
  10. What are the vital steps to achieving this ambition? Carving out time — where there’s a will, there’s a way (right? I’ll tell myself this for now — and monitor the truth!).
  11. How do you begin your day? Stretching, coffee, bathe/dress/face/hair/organize things for the day/check e-mail
  12. What are your habits? Bad- checking e-mail before setting aside and going to bed Good- Stretching in the morning, coffee first!, making lists and setting them aside
  13. Describe your first successful creative act. Come back to this.
  14. Describe your second successful creative act. Come back to this.
  15. Compare them. Come back to this.
  16. What are your attitudes toward: money, power, praise, rivals, work, play? MONEY- ruins some people, don’t need a lot of it, would like a lot more of it; POWER- people who don’t know how great love is, crave power; people who crave power make me sad; PRAISE- expecting it is not a good idea, it should focus on process rather than end-product, feels so dang good at the right times (what are the right times – probably all the time if it’s genuine; RIVALS- why?; WORK- how people make money, lucky to do something I love, though sometimes, when it’s tough, it’s just a thing I do for money; PLAY- NECESSARY!
  17. Which artists do you admire the most? Federico Garcia Lorca, Martha Graham, Pedro Almodovar, Lena Dunham (This kind of question is hard – I want to go on forever, but I’ll stop here).
  18. Why are they your role models? FGL – look up duende; MG – appreciates the beauty in what’s ugly; PA – takes risks, little fear seems present in his work, celebrates individuality, LD – humorous, authentic, embraces her weird, lack of apology
  19. What do you and your role models have in common? I aim for these things — a sense of humor about what’s real, authentic, risk-taking, passionate, compassionate, empathetic, seeks to connect to a wide audience (reaching for the far corners left with tucked away dust).
  20. Does anyone in your life regularly inspire you? I’m going to stop here and pick up on the rest at a later date. It’s time for this creative being to get some creative rest!
  21. Who is your muse?
  22. Define muse.
  23. When confronted with superior intelligence or talent, how do you respond?
  24. When faced with stupidity, hostility, intransigence, laziness, or indifference in others, how do you respond?
  25. When faced with impending success or the threat of failure, how do you respond?
  26. When you work, do you love the process or the result?
  27. At what moments do you feel your reach exceeds your grasp?
  28. What is your ideal creative activity?
  29. What is your greatest fear?
  30. What is the likelihood of either of the answers to the previous two questions happening?
  31. Which of your answers would you most like to change?
  32. What is your idea of mastery?
  33. What is your greatest dream?

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My Week in Letters.

If you’ve followed my blog for any length of time, you’ve known even if I don’t post consistently throughout the week, you can always count on my Monday post, 7 for seven. Every now and then I digress, make light of things, and lean away from Internet-vulnerability in transitional times when I need to hold my cards a little closer to my chest and I post #TheStruggleisReal. I’ve decided after a challenging week to forgive myself more and to allow myself to live more flexibly, so I’ll post whatever I damn well feel like posting every Monday — this is my blog, after-all; I just don’t want any of my readers leaving me — don’t leave me!!! I miss diverging without apologies. This week was one of those weeks that reminded me how important balance is, and if I don’t seek it, the lack thereof will come pouring out of my eye sockets on a Friday evening when I’ve set down my bags, collapsed on the patio, and the dust around me settles. Oops.

This week I spent too many late nights working, stressing over new projects, trying to balance the people I want in my life that I don’t seem to have time for anymore, feeling a sense of loss for the people who left my life for reasons unbeknownst to me, understanding why more than a few people from my past have come out of the woodwork in one week making me feel like I’m living an episode of The Twilight Zone, and unrelenting fellows not willing to take no for an answer — I’ll never understand that, but my sensitive heart has a more difficult time handling it than most people. I’m ridiculous; I’m fully aware. Saying “no” to people and things I don’t want should be easier. I’m working on this.

Nevertheless, I am grateful for not one, not two, but three {my favorite number} serendipitous new people in my life this week that came in the form of letters. Life is sweet like that — just when we need them, and they’ll never know just how meaningful their timing and words have been.

  1. The first letter was validating for both me and her. I’ll be vague, more for her, but I will say that sometimes shitty experiences that happen because of the same flawed human (yes, aren’t we all in some way), bring good, like-minded people together for a reason. I’ve said this countless times on this blog, but I’ll continue to say it again — if you have an urge to reach out to someone, do it. It’s the universe speaking to you about how interconnected we are, and how everyone wants to be understood. It’s the greatest feeling. I’m sorry unfortunate things happen to good people, but when we dig deep enough, there’s something better on the other end waiting for us.
  2. The second was a woman responding to this linked post about an incident in my college years:

“‘When we share our stories, we free others of shame and of the fear of coming forward. We create important shifts in thinking for present and future generations — Please keep the dialogue going and remain open to allowing it to make actual change in you and others — even if you can’t immediately relate, we are interconnected in unfathomable ways.’ This statement is amazing. I was raped nearly a decade ago and I just last night finally had the courage to share. I thought I was fine, I thought I had “dealt with it” until I heard about the Stanford rape case. I read her letter and was struck to my core and didn’t have the courage to address what actually happened to me until last night when I decided to write about it and share it with all who cared to read. There I found freedom. I am not alone in this. I am not to blame and it is encouraging to read how other people cope and grow as a result of something so horrific. Thank you for being brave. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for encouraging me.”

NO, THANK YOU, BRAVE, BEAUTIFUL SOUL. It’s so important to tell our stories and reach out more (see, I already said it again), as you just never know who it affects and how we can learn from one another’s experiences. Sometimes, they are silent, and sometimes, they come forward, but they’re always there.

Only the like-minded share photographs of their same pink sky and same tiny moon when miles apart.

Only the like-minded share photographs of their same pink sky and their same tiny moon when miles apart.

3. And finally, the third — not so much a stranger from the Internet, and not someone I met just this week, but a new friend none-the-less, and a musician away on tour. I’m not sure how he would feel about me posting our correspondence on my blog, but I’m just going to post my last letter to him because it makes me smile knowing I can lean into and feel understood by another human being on a level that’s authentic to a side of myself I’ve forgotten about far too frequently:

Good Morning [INSERT LASTNAME THAT WILL REMAIN A SECRET] (your last name sounds like a term-of-endearment),

I like that I’m your travel companion from afar — hopefully I kept you warm last night. I was in the calm, blue flames and woven into the threads of your blanket.

I woke up at seven because a bitter cicada stuck in the wall told me it was time, but mostly, I wake up with the sun and ignore bossy insects. All houses should face the east, as long as there is still an evening view of the pink sky on the west. The deer are greeting me again this morning — I think it’s mating season, and a stray cat just pranced up on the deck like she owned the place. Standing up tall was enough to intimidate her off the deck (I’m not a cat person — have I told you this?).

My migraine is still lingering, but not so much so that a little coffee, fresh air, and new sun on my back can’t fix it. Are you a coffee drinker? Sometimes I feel like if heaven exists, it would surely present itself on the inside of my coffee cup. I get migraines only from time to time, and regardless of the instigator, I take it as a reminder that balance is the key to good health and happiness. I lost sight of that just enough this week, but reminders come quickly when you are aware that your body and the universe lend important feedback.

Thank you for sharing your time in Salt Lake City. You described it so well that it felt like a memory I displaced. I’m glad you got to spend some quality time with your friend in-between your long miles on the road.

I also enjoyed your Mojave sketch — you bring out my creative side that I too often bury as an adult who allows the burden of 9 to 5 (7-9 if I’m honest instead of borrowing clichés) to bury it. I might be wrong, but you seem to share the same romantic view of the world that I do. It’s not that I’m unrealistic, but I choose to focus my lens on what’s beautiful because life is so much better like this. I feel sorry for the people who don’t tap into their capacity to see it that way.

I’ll write a quick sketch for you now. While love, death and solitude, and the solace found in each are common themes in your writings, finding solace in vulnerability is often mine — I don’t think the manifestation of those themes look much different from each other — they are often one in the same.

I’m thankful for the sun
that baked the earth into my hair
where chemical perfumes
worked tirelessly alone, next to the miners of gold. These roots should
rest gently on my head as though they want to be no other place but
bound by the natural hold of their mother.
Instead they penetrated further — unlike a tree giving into the soil,
letting go of its want to only reach upward and away,
forgetting to ground itself in what birthed it to thrive
in the first place.

Safe travels on the second-to-last leg of your journey!

-LAW

And safe travels to you, reader, as you navigate this week. Until next Monday.

-Lauren


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7 for seven

7forseven_key-and-arrowLet’s face it // Mondays stink. Or at least we typically expect them to stink. That is why, every Monday, I post seven positives from the previous seven days of the week as a reminder of what I have so that the week starts out on an upswing. There is much truth in the belief that happy people attract good things, so it is important to start the week out right. Sometimes it’s the more grand, but other times, it’s the simple things.


Three things — (instead of 7!)

1. I don’t have Internet again until the 2nd, so it’s difficult to type a long post on my phone. Good news is, I’m bringing back 7 for seven next week! 

2. Someone unknowingly (or possibly a bit knowingly) inspired me to write my poetry again, so I’m doing that in lieu of today’s post. 

3. It’s my twin and I’s birthday tomorrow!

Plenty to be grateful for — see you again next week! 

I hope to inspire you to reflect on all you have to be grateful & that your week brings you even more positivity + balance + bliss!  Feel free to share your seven with me as well / or even just a couple!

Have a wonderful week!

xo,

Lauren