from a lady's perspective
I complain a lot to myself, but almost never to other people. I have no idea why. Maybe I just find it exhausting. This was a week with a fair amount of complaining. I complained about what I ate, something someone did, something I did, a task at work, how I felt… there was something. […]
This week was about observing why I touch my phone and what goes through my mind before my hands subconsciously pick it up. There were moments I would have a mild panic attack when I didn’t know where it was, but there were moments I actually didn’t even care. There were times I’d immediately respond […]
This week I chose to notice the moments I was eating. From the moment I had a meal. snack or beverage in front of me, I’d pick up on its scents, colors, shapes, and whether or not I anticipated to have it. Then as soon as I began eating I’d try and do only that. […]