I really try hard not to complain or to go on and on about the various trials and tribulations in my life. I feel like it’s negative to do so and some how is burdensome to others if I complain or talk about the challenges in my life.
But, my mission here with my blog is to talk about the tough things. To find a way to work hard and eat kind. To be kind to myself. I feel like this blog post is to get this out and to say, I can get through this. Mostly, I just hope if when you compare your struggle to mine, and you find them strikingly similar that you’ll keep going and follow along. We just have to live one day at a time. So here we go. Here’s the tale about my rough week.
This week I went to the doctor’s office for the first time in over a year. I can typically manage most colds/flus and bumps or bruises myself without the attention of a medical professional. But over the last several weeks I had been breaking out in blisters on the right side of my arm and abdomen.
Turns out I have shingles. Yeah. At 30. The doctor said it’s most likely caused by an extreme amount of stress. I am motivated to make several changes in life and I’m trying to set myself up for success. I have been trying to de-stress and relax but the rest of my week made it rather challenging.
I had an interview this week for a job that would be potentially less stressful than the current position I’m in. I was beyond excited and things were moving so fast. I thought I rocked the first interview because they called me back for a second (peer) interview later that same afternoon. Sadly, I wasn’t chosen and received an email the next morning saying that they decided to keep searching.
I think the worst part of interviews is not getting any feedback so that you can learn from your mistakes or weak points. I keep thinking, maybe it’s for the best. Maybe there’s something out there that’s a better fit.
The people were absolutely lovely to meet. In the end, I was really grateful to find such nice people. Even though I didn’t get the opportunity to work with them, I’m trying to hold on to the positives of knowing there are some great people working in that place.
I knew with my diagnosis that it was probably a wise idea to try to up my vegan maximum this week. I chose some tofu tacos from Tacos 4 Life and a Chipotle salad for lunch this week. There’s just something about tacos that makes me feel better spiritually. I’m considering making my own version of these tacos because everybody needs some tofu tacos in their life every once in a while.
Choosing to eat wisely when you’re going through a tough time is, in a way, a form of being kind to yourself. It’s easy to binge out and eat a ton of junk food or down two pints of So Delicious Dark Chocolate Truffle Cashew Milk Ice Cream. I won’t say it’s better to not do that, but I feel like it’s kinder to look in the mirror and say… “We’re struggling right now but it’ll get better. Here’s how I’m going to help you.” Instead of wallowing in the depression, anxiety ridden pit of despair.
I received a “hate comment” on my YouTube channel trailer. I find, most often, that when I leave comments on bigger YouTuber’s channels that the trolls wander over to my channel to try and inflict their venom upon my considerably smaller channel.
However, it was very silly and I laughed considerably. After all the things I had been going through this week a silly (bad attempt) hate comment was just not something that could get me down at this point. So I chose to write back in humor. Humor has been my saving grace as of late. I slipped in the mud the other day and laughed. I nearly fell out of my chair at work yesterday, and chose to laugh. It’s these tiny little moments when we chose to laugh instead of despair that we change the pathways in our minds to seek the positivity and sunshine in life.
The toughest part of this week was that the 1st of March is my Aunt Linda’s birthday. She passed away several years ago but I was very close to her. When I worked in the same town as she lived I would go eat lunch with her almost every single work day.
I miss her like crazy and I still cry on occasion because I wish I could just call her up or go visit her. I know she’d have a ton of old Southern wisdom and she’d lay it down in a way that I understood. There are many people who have given me advice in life but nobody does it better than her. I miss her singing and her goofy jokes. I miss watching her cook. But, I am so very thankful that she was a big part of my life for so long.
To end on a positive note, because it’s really hard for me to sit here and write about all the tough things I went through…
I joined a new social media platform called Vero. If any of you have it you can follow me there and I’ll try to follow back. I’m still learning about it and all of the capabilities but the biggest bonus is that there is NO algorithm!
What does this mean? It’s not like Facebook and Instagram that make you pay to get your followers to see your posts, or hide people in your personal Facebook feed if you don’t interact with them as often.
I’m super excited to try this out. I also plan to be working on a small project to hopefully offer you guys in the near future.
If you’ve stuck around to this point, thank you for taking the time to get to know a little about my week. We all have bad things happen. We all have tough weeks. It’s how we bounce back that truly matters. Be kind to yourself even if you’re struggling. Go for a walk, eat some good food, talk to your friends, journal, write, draw, paint. There’s so many wonderful things to do to heal your spirit after a tough week.
Go work hard, and eat kind.
Comment below your favorite way to be kind to yourself after a tough day/week/moment.