All in diary
Hi you,
Dining with friends is one of my greatest pleasures, but dining alone (after this trip) has assumed a glow of interacting with people around me, or finding the freedom to savor a book and thought. Being alone tends to show us things about ourselves.
Do try it sometime, or if not, read the story of my experience.
L. Raine
Hi you,
Most people in my current life don’t know this, but I used to be what Mr. Gilbreth and myself found so offensive to be called: plump. Losing the extra sent me on a roller coaster of mind, body, emotions and spirituality.
And throughout, the fat girl cried.
And changed.
And wrote about it.
L. Raine
Hi you,
Sometimes I spend a cringe-worthy amount of money for my hair and face, and then sometimes my favorite products range in under $10. Like this amazing oil that works so well as a moisturizer while taking about five years off one’s face. Well, maybe four, but it is wonderful. I love being able to find things like that to balance costs for things like professional haircuts.
Basically the best beauty hack I’ve ever tried.
L. Raine
Hi you,
My hardest lesson was to lay aside everything about myself and where I wanted life to go, and open my heart to what I found in places that shook my self-confidence to its core. Those doubts led me to lose everything, to find out what I was really worth as a person.
L. Raine
Hi you,
Do you get tired of the endless round of doing, action, hustle and dreaming of dreams and setting goals? This morning, I woke up exhausted and knew I had to write out the struggle so I could understand why I was waking up as mentally tired as when I went to bed.
As it so often does, writing gave me the perspective I needed to find the true problem.
If you are tired too, please join me through the link below.
L. Raine
Hi you,
Yup, the reports you heard (or probably didn’t) are true. Instagram and I broke up for a little while. It’s a relationship I’ll probably keep, but this space has been giving me back my life.
More through here,
L. Raine
Hi you,
The other day as I sat in a room full of people the muted roar of talking suddenly became the ocean to me, with its ebb and flow, power, and potential to open majestic worlds for us to explore.
It made me see conversation in a new way, kind of as a vast frontier to be explored, and has made me so happy to be alive with the power of being able to communicate. It’s incredible to be human.
Counting my blessings,
L. Raine
Hi you,
I’ve been learning a lot about how to let the loneliness serve me, how to let the spaces and lapses that life inevitably holds teach me about identity.
We all wonder who we really are, deep down inside.
At least I do,
L. Raine
Hi you,
Do you ever dream of finding a perfect item, 570% off at a thrift store?
I exaggerate, but finding a $200 coat for $0.50 was pretty close. Read on for the day a fairy-tail came true.
Anxiety is usually in capital letters in the heads of people who deal with it. It's blocky, bold, and baleful. In short, it's everything that will not be ignored or managed through common sense and reason. Common sense says, "you can trust your friends," reason points out that the reason you do is because they have proven trustworthy, and then anxiety comes along and sticks a sneaky knife in your back: "if they don't betray you outright, what if they forget about you? What if they drop the friendship because it is no longer convenient to them?"
Anxiety is unreasonable, and for those who have dealt with the chronic version of it, a formidable enemy. It's one of those intangible mental and emotional things that the rest of world labels as worry, which is somewhat correct, only it's much bigger than the occasional worry. Instead of being something you identify: "I'm worried my car is going to be an expensive repair," it becomes a general dread and unease about life.
"Something is wrong and I can't identify it."
