A little while ago I took a brief, unplanned blogging hiatus. I had been feeling extremely exhausted, I’d been sick, and I was also dealing with some stressful family stuff as well. I kept meaning to blog, and went to bed each night with the idea that tomorrow’s going to be the day, but no matter how much I tried to convince myself, I always just ended up putting it off because something inside of me just wouldn’t let me be productive.
That’s all I thought it was… Just me procrastinating, but when I look back on those couple of months, the reality was that I was having a bit of an anxiety induced melt down. I was still functioning— going about the motions, putting a brave face on, but inside I was at the point of breaking down.
I did my best to remember to keep up with those little self-care rituals that helped keep me sane. I cooked, cleaned, took care of my kids. I took bubble baths, got my nails done, but my struggle with blogging slowly began to weigh on me… I started resenting it, because I hated the feeling of having an obligation, even if it was self-imposed.
It’s strange because, I love being a blogger. Blogging is at the top of my list of self-care activities because it makes me feel good, from getting made up and dressed in beautiful clothes, right down to the writing process, which I find calming and therapeutic… So why was I running away from it!?
The answer: because I was in denial about what I was really running from. It was much simpler to tell myself that I was taking a nap instead of blogging, rather than taking it to avoid my own thoughts, not to mention that writing would have forced me to confront myself about how I was feeling. In that moment, my only defence mechanism was to flee my own brain altogether.
You may be wondering what all of this has to to with this dusty pink/blush coloured dress I’m wearing… It’s such a silly little thing, yet it’s all I can think of when I look at these photos… My nails don’t match it.
I had purchased it (as well as in another colour) from ASOS as an attempt to rekindle my blogging spirit. I remember being excited because I had gotten my nails done in the exact same pink to match. I never shot any blog pics though. Hell, I never even wore it, and my nails grew out. Still determined, I got my refill and asked for the exact same colour again! Dusty pink nails, take two, but again, I just couldn’t make myself get dressed for a shoot. Slowly, they grew out once more and I forgot about the dress.
At some point in May, I came out of this difficult period. I had blogging obligations and had no choice but to fulfill them. Once I started back at it, the anxiety was lifted. I remembered that this wasn’t some cruel form of punishment, but rather an activity that fills me with joy!
It felt like coming home, and I couldn’t believe that for a while there, I had even debated going ghost on my followers. I had felt unable to keep the blog up, but feared the imagined humiliation of actually formally excusing myself from the community and exposing myself as a failure who just couldn’t cut the mustard.
I’m glad I didn’t, because getting up every morning, getting dressed, and maintaining the dialogue with myself that blogging requires me to uphold was what helped bring me back; and my followers, your kind words upon my return were more uplifting than you can imagine! I have once again been given the gift of being reminded of just how much support I have through blogging, and the amazing body positive community.
So even though my manicure doesn’t match my dress, I wanted to wear it as a very personal symbol of the power we all have to give another person hope, encourage them when they feel hopeless, and raise them up when they’re feeling low, and also as a reminder that anxiety and mental illness are invisible.
Coming from a person who, in the moment, when things get tough, is very guarded, and tends to withdraw into herself, you may think someone looks fine. They may smile, engage in conversation and list all the right reasons for why they’ve been acting a little differently— I’m just tired, I’ve been sick, I’ve been busy, etcetera etcetera… But it can be next to impossible to notice when those reasons begin to spill over into something more debilitating.
I was fortunate that this was just a minor bout with anxiety brought on by temporary stressors, and solvable problems that pale in comparison to those of others, but not everyone is so lucky. Not everyone has an amazing support system, or are able to recognize when it’s time to seek professional help.
So, like this dress and my mismatched mani remind me, let me remind you to be kind, because your words can have more on an impact on a person’s life than you may ever realize. Remember that someone’s struggles may seem trivial to you, but are very real to that person, so be mindful. You can never truly know how someone is feeling inside, unless they are willing and able to express it, which I can tell you honestly, isn’t an easy thing to do.
Dress, ASOS Curve – here
Shoes, Aldo – here
Bag, Louis Vuitton – here
Necklace & Earrings, Walmart – old
Well, heyyyyy now! It’s been a minute since my last blog post! I actually shot these photos a couple of weeks ago (pre-haircut) and haven’t had time to write!
Life has been a little busy lately… The academic year is wrapping up. The kids are doing exams. Little league and rugby have started up again; and just like that, the season for school concerts, ceremonies, and end of year festivities is upon us once more!
Ahh, so much to do, so little time, and ooooh! It’s your third (and thank the Lord, last) recorder concert this year!? Why yes! I can’t wait!!! Because the recorder. Sounds. Awesome! *wince*
They’re my kids, I should love this sh*t, right!? But uuugh… I’m just so tired!!! And why do school gymnasiums seem to retain heat better than a cast iron skillet!?
But anyway… As things wind down, sometimes you just have to take a moment to smell the roses, or in my case, the lilacs, and remember just how sweet life is, and how much we should appreciate the things we care about, and the ones we love, even when life gets chaotic!
Now I know y’all watched this resilient little tree behind me all winter, getting covered in snow, and then ice, then snow again. You watched it lose all of its leaves, and sprout new ones once more this spring, but I don’t think you’ve yet had the treat of seeing it in bloom!
So, when I feel like there aren’t enough hours the day, days in the week, or enough time to attend yet another school play, party, or concert… I’ll let this lilac tree be a reminder of how much I love seeing the hard work my kids have done all year long in school. I love to see their faces lit up with pride as I witness what they’ve accomplished and put so much effort into, because ultimately, all they really want is to make me proud!
As much as I complain, I hope they know just how honoured I am to have the privilege of being their mum, tobe able to one day, watch them blossom, much like that tree, into amazing young adults, and to know that these four wonderful people I created, will one day do amazing things!!!
Dress, Addition Elle (old) – similar
Leggings, Addition Elle – here
Shoes, Addition Elle (old) – love these